breathtakes
put these to rest, then
I may never write like this again,
there for the transition
between one phase and another.
with my fist through the glass
and my hands selecting the shards
poring over mistakes, the juice
rolling downhill dissembling
the brakes
breathtakes
with the drawn down
twilight. let there be lapses—
return to the system
of mouth and ear
the first time, that nation
of land and rivers and conurbations
a lot of loose ends
a lot of loose thoughts
first the sketch
and then the questions
like a green-scaled salmon, upriver
to the delta of your jaw.
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Waalaikumsalam, selamat tilem, peace 🌑