Month: August 2016

homesick, heavy

i turned away from your heavy magic, from that world hidden just out of sight, i forgot the names of those dense and ancient ways we’d glimmer, like dust in the light i thought i’d get found on the lost coast, always homesick for somewhere unseen and with sun-kissed cheeks, i went wandering i saw redwoods, and wildflower fields


i depended on a story, to avoid the great unknown i had thought i’d known the ending, lines and paper led me on see this strange all-knowing mirror, it shades this space surreal i had thought i’d learnt through suffering glass knew more than i could ever.