Wednesday 26 August 2020

cataract

cataract 


every corpuscle in my blood

a poem

every neurone

a new line

every molecule

cadence 

every breath

turns a new page

every quantum 

a stop

every photon

a colon

the peristalsis of

every opus corpus

is semi comatose

between the book covers

every day’s end is 

every day’s beginning

of a poem

that will flow in the blood

of a sigh

or in a grimace 

of despair

i just love that 

don’t you

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