I am shards that are split into notes. Silver sleeps beneath the monochrome.

Softly borne of threaded bones, my memory unveils un-truth.

I am streams that converge into a song. Fire wakes beneath the monochrome.

Violently borne of forgotten homes, my franticness upends the earth.

I am fields that run into a home. Silence waits inside the monochrome.

Back to Poems
Made with verve using Eleventy, Tailwind CSS, the Eleventail template, and Netlify