every day I jump
off the top of my head
in more than one way;
joggle the pebbles
of my stoic mind
to make room out of thin air
& breathe antiquities
towards the vacant sky —
to finally be
long gone.
every day I jump
off the top of my head
in more than one way;
joggle the pebbles
of my stoic mind
to make room out of thin air
& breathe antiquities
towards the vacant sky —
to finally be
long gone.