Monday, November 13, 2017





eye witness

a future refaces a
screen was your face reversal
will a bblender bbe ,contains
yr head intact is churning hair
if hair your wind was burning
trees yr crazed rehearsal
for the rend of days'
suture opening in yr watch
clouds knew where ,the gone
the knob the fraying cord or
it ,was bed of coal a
boot split on a border
yr clot interred ,umbilical
knowledge of what thundered
tomorrow is “Thursday” or
lightning gurgles in the cumulus



...'til the future replaces the blindfold...

- Malok

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