Absence

what right does eternity have to decide that I may never see her again I have always found the Haiku a rather fickle medium.

Joining dots, I myself have numbered, so I may write a poem, that may be seen as the part of a whole, that never knew what it was, before some hand, ghost of the future, labels the order of travel, as definitive, as showing the eye, where to go, to see its

Head On the shoulders of a small person so small their eyes are temporary in existence and exist in two places at once, let me move his hand and his other hand moves too, not that other hand, his hand in his dreams, that one, yes, the one he created after…

As If my heart is evaporating, now I no longer yearn to fear, the future stays there, as it always was, determined by the collisions of dust, so long ago, time had barely been invented, and now I sit empty, rotting away, every second erodes me, no love is…

Why don't I go there?

I met myself, as it were, in the darkness of the morning, on the terrace by the garden, by the sea, by the clouds on the edges, as i was walking up the stairs, he passed by me like my shadow, but mirrored in every way, warm in substance, he told me in a v…

Eyelash, stuck to the end of my finger, holding my future back, as if the ground, held back the sky, from burying itself, in the sky, before I send, it off to the aether, I look at the keratin, made by my eyes, and hope it can see, what may come, better t…

Deep water, cold in its stillness, and the dark promises it holds, left to my devices, I look into the depths, for days, almost like a blanket, made with wool, from the sheep of the sea, sheared by the waves, I see a mirror that only exists, If I look at…

There are many strange things here, I have found nothing like me, as I wander these plains, deep into the night, the absence of light, consoles me, and scares me, I ask what I believe to me my mother, who sings into my ear, throught the wind, who I am and…

I learnt that Hunger, was a sin, from my grandmother.