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Deathwalker, poet, experience curator / once led product design at Canva, then founded Common, a co-op with heart / growing a root in exile, tending gardens in London and Lutruwita / sensing threshold, whirls me in common spirals / remembering breath, a short talk of faith
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Jan 18, 2025 11:35pm
One cycle ago
One odd ball of rootless furs
Over knitted to form those purposeful ridges
Of an unintended piece of clothing
Opposing signs read
Off a shattering smirk
Omnipresent but silencing, like
Oppressed impression
Outcry heard amidst futile chaos
Odorless gas, burning
On a frozen premise of the past
Oct 6, 2024 6:49pm
For Olivia
some October days
some skies so within reach
I take one step higher
as tall as the crabapple
olives now at my eye level
time, how things grow
from north to south
to watch as west facing sun
glides over the earth
a temperate glow
time, two weeks a lifetime of bloom
each spell an irretrievable pile of ashes
scattered to be gathered
a tree reaaranged into a stack of broken pillars
some bones, etched into a body of water, deep
time, monument for the room full of hands
clings to everything
understands nothing
holy as the body of water to be broken
down in heat, a contraption of infinity
time, effervescence of your elemental nature
yesterday was
tomorrow never is
each morning you bat your eyelashes the very first time
the world awakes in a gasp
for air
Jul 12, 2024 12:26am
i.
heaven is a long way to go
i collect these thoughts
climb up the revolving clouds
same way my frail body will climb over you
somehow, heaven knows that i was timid
time did not make me fearless
the present of age is that things end
things fall apart
ripped, pulled, twisted, then turned
velvet cotton floss spun over these ridges
silver quicksand pounced into the black lake
for a glimpse of beauty
in you i was silent for years
ii.
when he sings
“most people are gone”
all i hear was most people are
gods
particles forsaken by the black holes
emitting what it fails to engulf
pulsing between thresholds
splitting dissonance
quivering our reflections
in an irrevocable minute
for a whirlwind climax
with you i absorb the shock of being
iii.
i sense
since our last departure
your heartstrings strengthened
my tongue relaxed
every collision births the possibility
of another universe being born
for your brilliancy may wander
all doors ajar
i take my cue from the lake
my fate as a fixed star
to distill, condensate, evaporate
for an annihilation upon meeting the eyes
of you i agape with wonder
iv.
when most are gone
and our moon is new
opalescent disk floating
incandescent
against a blazing backdrop so vast
gods so infinitesimal
unmarred
yet this sun is no threat
i return home, into you
as i enter the atmosphere
i burn off layer by layer
August 4, 2024 2:27pm
For Donna Leake
She’s the magic
Sonic mystery
a note that bends and blends
Seven years in a spin
Nostalgia in a two-step swing
Folk song in foreign tongues
From the mountainous to tropical bliss
Southwest — Southeast
singing
the impossibility of July
Baseline story, kick drum
times history
If i catch her spins again in August
would this be forever?