Poetry

By the Dark of A Disparate

And you can’t stop now, rung by rung, almost out
Covered in black and gold, no one cares and no one knows
My…

A highlight reel of daring stunts and escapes.

Despite my comprehensive awareness of the perils,

And scorning the safety and consensus of the crowd,

I dive toward these assailed and slippery concepts.

We might think about having a conversation, but sitting in separate rooms, writing poems about each other seems like a better idea.

I mean look, we’ll still be just as sad as we are now.

Can you judge an object by its shadow?

The shadow of the Unicorn of the sea

may look the same

As the crying bird