maybe I should test how
these words sing invisible
sounds in your mind, the melody of
ideas ricocheting in the hollow
static, listening to your awareness
laughing in the distance hiding
behind the pupils of your closed
doors when the flicker-lightening
cinema rolls releasing you from
the moments that stand like a brick
wall in your open face
waiting for you to run into it
and break your
my heart in my hand
just to see how it beats
watching it pulsing
like a tickertock time machine
running out of it
sunlight never asked for a shadow
so I snip at the one by my feet
like an extra gravity it pulls at my
and I feel lost
I want to retreat
jump into that painted nothing where
cold is a cage that contains you
I may have lost the plot again
Cannot see itself
It sits in the dark in a box called
blind as it feeds itself.
doesn’t know how to meet change
standing back to back
they lean against eachother
but they don’t see one another
They stand with their arms crossed
and will not speak to one another
and they don’t remember why
wrong will not walk you to the door and say
“This is the way out.”
it will not announce its name
when it meets you
wrong will never take a step back
instead it waits for you to step forward
someone told me once it would whisper
so that you had to lean towards it
so, come closer
this is what wrong is.
This beating heart knows better
what is the sound of invisible sound?
what is the sound of invisible things crashing
all at once to the ground?
How does it shatter and where are the pieces?
what is the sound when breathing-in freezes?
When this all stops I will put it in a box
-call it strength and use it as fuel and I will step
let me feel this
Look what I dug with it?
knee-deep in misery
what else could I have made?
a hill? a house? a house on a
hill? watch how I stacked my dreams
over each other and see how they
This is self-destructive
it is a meaningless void to fill
silence never needed a sound
I was never lost to be found
so step up now and be still
rap like the rhythm was imbedded in your
system rhyme like the lines were finely-cut
into your time speak like an ego that
was sitting on your crown as you watched
the world back-to-front and upside down
walking backwards talking forwards
forward moments motives movements
what is this micro-speaking magic? stop, step back
and away and run forward and fast
looking upward eyes closed thoughts open
and Trip fly fast air dynamic fleeting
freedom and then
step in closer and
see the pixilated granules that makes things be
see the shadows beneath each granule the way that it
sits that it curves that it is
see its shade its tone the colours within the colours
of its colours. see everything.
then step back,
see those pieces that sit next to it
see the granules that surround it, the
crowd that it gathers, see the shapes that
it makes see the shade that
emanates from it when all its pieces combine
see the picture that it comes from
see its whole being
overstand it before you understand it
and if over and under were opposites,
then we must simply stand it.
so be still and
There are different ways of being.
Breath. if you must. Cry
if you can’t
and let it pass through you without
Don’t give up.
“whats wrong with the world?” he says
“who will keep the kids safe if it is not the parents?”
“do you know,” he says
-“that six million children are displaced in the world,
right now, because of war?”
Do you know.