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Spaghetti knots

you are too

here i am

in all i am to be

with all i was

thinking that another universe

must be possible


on the silent days lost in bed

with a large cup holding the morning together

i hear its hum


it is the whistling bird

the broken wing

the cocoon after the butterfly blossoms


it says at first as a garbled whimper

that we are raised by those

who ruined us



this is not bad

it is the best

it adds


crying screaming slobbering

evidence that this thisness

is all there is

since birth

the languish of the living

the those who are not here

where i am



really look

despite the coffee having coolly dried

the empty bed warming in the lonely sun

i still am

and am

and am


About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)


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