ink swirling
spilling
curling into shapes
forms
of powerful reform
potential in liquid
ambiguity lucid
lucridity of luxury
reality, yet not…
naught…
not a knot to untie
yet sometimes
but always
locked in the form
of potential reform.
starlight swirling
spilling
curling into shapes
forms
of destined reform
potential explicit
questions illicit
yet sometimes. not.
but always. so.
lucridity of reality
imaginary
knots sewn into
our unravelled blanket
of formless reform
This is a poem I wrote many years ago. I believe I originally wrote it in 2002 or 2003.
It’s not that the poem doesn’t have a title… rather, its title *is* untitled.
beautiful rhythm. love it.
Aw, thanks Jessica! <3