Posed against the world — leaning? — there’s a slant, a skewing of hypotheses — littering the…
When She Blooms🥀
A Poem for Fearing Folk
I was therebehind youwaiting to hold when you falland sometimes letting you fall
It is not a stained glass window of glinting shadesIt is the mirror flowing in my self communion
Be careful of the faces you see
For you don’t know what demons they could be
Melodious notes
You destroy livelihoods.
- I note what I observe.