Benevolent deep eyes
baring my tattered inside
Through the sheer.
Journeys inside the deepest mountains
Arduous lone sojourns
That a starry eyed
Child absorbs in awe, of this king
The stories leave a tightly shut casket
In a mist of deep blue
engulfs
Shocking her innocence
Seductively
What is to be lost
But the torn insides
Of a soul falling between desert sand
Talk, say, belong
its like walking forward
and retracing aimlessly
if i looked up, the vastness could engulf me
and i will lose what looking down
at my footprints will give me.
i play games with my mind
if this, then that, and then there
if there why not, why so...
Nine minutes
At twenty three fifty one
The sea wasn't ending:
Something for pereniality
At midnight, the toll charges
Would magically turn the day outward
a shutting tea shop,
spoon scooped castor sugar
Leftovers of a pastry
That meant nothing
Banal moments
Over a tea
And the lost nine minutes
At the bridge that was crossed too fast
Between lost sleep
Unspoken answers to unasked questions
Ah
Half written...
