Objectively/subjectively In pitch darkness the art of obsolescence I'm aware that I am here, alive for now swimming or drowning in unchanged breaths I ♥ what I lack, because gratitude comes from absence knowing the gaps between my bones, the air my lungs expel had at least punctuated something I don't know whether it's my pusher that's thrumming unsteady gasps or death spilling in array but the space is filled regardless. #poetry #writing #forfun
:> Very good. I think '^rt of obsolence' is my f^vorite line, but 'de^th spilling in ^rr^y' is nice too. <:
[BEGIN MESSAGE] tthank y0u gander [END MESSAGE]
your writing iss beautiful gander. •:)
DISCLAIMER! i thought i had already left a reply, but apparently i did not. the last stanza is particularly clever, but this is all delightfully done
jeeze, this hits like a truck. good stuff!!!