keeping
Bluelight Crew
1. Untitled I
This silence of me at times
is nourishing, no social alterations
can bring my mind to decide.
“Read out my words, at night, alone.”
The Holy document of poetic law
take license in solitude
flames of loneliness lick
the ice flow around the mind
and thaws.
2. Untitled II
How can a void, of nothing at all,
a tabula rasa, create?
Content, alone, a pencil drop
sends reverberations onto the slates;
blank, though receptive;
and the vibrations, echo
back words, no, not of truth
- but words of you.
This silence of me at times
is nourishing, no social alterations
can bring my mind to decide.
“Read out my words, at night, alone.”
The Holy document of poetic law
take license in solitude
flames of loneliness lick
the ice flow around the mind
and thaws.
2. Untitled II
How can a void, of nothing at all,
a tabula rasa, create?
Content, alone, a pencil drop
sends reverberations onto the slates;
blank, though receptive;
and the vibrations, echo
back words, no, not of truth
- but words of you.