if I close my eyes,
I can hear the harmony of agony & heartache
more repeatedly than not
it’s not a benign gasp
the capricious freedom
of air into the horizon
it was a momentary quarrel
voices that shattered every dwelling
like a glass crashes
penetrating everything like a bolt
in sight, in words, in the tone
within the thoughts and breaths
a relationship was meant to be broken
and so it was
sometihng perished that night
severing the bonds
slitting the veins
with broken pieces
but if you eavesdrop mercilessly
you can still claw
the fluttering of breath
between binary-lips
each broken promise &
dead end frazzle freely
on the tip of the tongue
it sounds just like
the tiptoe of the oceans tears
like saline wishes freezing on eyelashes
like spidersilk repurting apart
in the swiftness of the wind.
it’s the sound of chalk paintings
being chased away by the rain,
of lost children
running after smoke contours,
of individual fingers
weaving together to pretend
they feel complete.
it was a momentary quarrel
that shatterred everything
and when I close my eyes
I hear the harmony of heartache
a benign gasp of air
unleashed into the horizon…
