Thursday 6 October 2016

Ohoka



she was nowhere. she was everywhere. When she fills my mind I see only her.
[unspoken]  her physical absence takes up more space than mere presence ever did.
1.
in Ohoka i made a temple on the front porch on a sunday morning.
i was alone with myself under a blue sky. i drank coffee and i smoked
and i reflected on death.
2.
words wait. they wait in the corners, they build in the corners,  they stretch
out. against my skull. words hammer my head.
breathe in. breathe out.

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