Saturday, 22 April 2023

I never speak but words escape

I never speak

but rather

words escape

a cut of blood -

a sudden exhalation -

of flying uncertainty.


I never think

as traffic bound

by systematic

thoroughfares, but

I careen - gawky

at the peddles -

only to catch up later.







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