"surprise in the Kuiper Belt"
the thrang thrall lit · with threadworks brumous
fashion of fall · a forward aim
nothing but time · & nervous torment
like window-shapes leap · on a livingroom wall
when hurtling headlights · harry the houses
these grief-seeds grow · that a gratefuller fragrance
than incineration's soot · may sift the welkin
"I love sharing poetry. I love being inside the poem. Poetry is my breath, my hands, my sky, my window, my tongue, & my dream. How can we share poetry day after day & not talk about all the hearts & bodies being annihilated in Gaza now?
How can we pretend that life just goes on?" --@ZeeshanJaanam
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