Maybe
1 min readJul 23, 2019
It’s
the snatches of
sight superimposed
on
a plain room
the surreal
remembrance of a memory partly
lived
the curiosity
dangled untangled
wound and rewrapped
like
knotted string
It’s
the snatches of
sight superimposed
on
a plain room
the surreal
remembrance of a memory partly
lived
the curiosity
dangled untangled
wound and rewrapped
like
knotted string
Poet, digital artist, and editor of The Sonder Script. Looking for the ways words catch like silver in the rain. Writer for Lit Up, Start It Up & The Shortform.