i am a bloody head
stuck thinking of bundling veiny clouds
into shapes of snow angels
she used to leave
before the thaw
against seasons that shorten each year
while i sink and forget how to swim
and realize how long has it been since
i have been gobbled alive by ocean waves
tasted the salt the sweat the sun
stood with my feet naked and dirtied
instead of sitting here in slippers
beside window panes screaming shivers
where even the clouds are
falling apart
into the empty black roads
that too will melt
one day
*
know that they
will join the unknown
and only you there
shattered
breaking
wondering what went wrong
will remain
in the now
of always
*
poets bring the universe
into too much when
it was just trying to be
before this now
where things got out of hand
which is why eventually
we had hands
to understand the sentiment
and write poems about it
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