OK
you got what you wanted
dark room
slight light
rain outside
books and
pictures
wrapped in a
blanket
and you still haven’t found it
running away from despair
in a hundred hopeful ways
and you can’t even sit still
for ten minutes rather
I should sit and despair
a hundred times a minute
but slowly
slowly
all the sweetness of first-written
of first scent of colour
of first rain in the cornfield
let them all go
they are not the self
they are the first glimpse
of a far far bigger
and more
beautiful
world
than you are
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
beauty wormhole: “write, let’s break / outta here!”
books wormhole: there
identity & talking to myself wormhole: walking
rain wormhole: morning
sitting wormhole: no more
