Wondering if divination exists in each etch
Like tea leaves
Two connected moons look up at me
Reading my scars
Possibly perceiving more than what I see
Connected at crescent tips
They move at every tilt
Fingertips dying to touch
But rationale refuses the crime
Of tampering with art
(The light in the dark)
Weaving revelation in night's framework:
I am on both sides.
4 comments:
dope.
as usual.
but QUESTION!!!
where did you get that journal? with the window on the front...
JOURNAL COLLECTOR FIENING HERE lol.
-riv-
you don't drink coffee... lol
I'm with Riva. New journals are like craaaaack!
And yes, the poetry is getting better and better!
update. update. update.
*riva chanting*
-riv-
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