( • • • )
hollow.space
brain folds, interference
dew crunches beneath my feet
—time crystals, freezing; we are
weaving through an intricate
tapestry. forward movement
pushes another footstep , an
other entanglement in strings.
all night grass waits so morn
—ing we stand at the opened
mouth of the valley , wait ,
for its fog to enter the body. i
cannot conceive of these globes
of water reflecting everything
about your form, which holds
me tight and constricted, yarns
coiled around limbs ; all night
laying awake i saw nothingness,
never appreciating its void, its
depth , now we look into
it. let its emptiness tame you,
hold its sleeplessness close to
your chest. i hear birds in my
head, see the day caked in
florescence. i am becoming
addicted to silence.