May 2013
6 tags
loqui:
when I forget, I find myself
walking weightless
over water.
I am lost
and I am free.
but when I catch my feet;
see the strings, I speak in vertigo
and free-fall turns to inferno.
there
I catch flint sparks
in my throat.
talk in fire -
splutter.
until all
is black smoke
and you are the water
you
are the water.
