3 Poems

do you
practice this
these practices of
an actor or pen actress
twisting worlds in acrobatics of ink
even tingling inklings of eden
trickling evenings in cups to drink?


nothing is
what it seems
it hatches
leaving foot prints back to dreams


I’m sure
you’re not sure
if what you were
will be secure
in the past
if what will be gone
can ever last

I am
not defying
them and theirs

I am trying
to say that there’s

no way
to erase the
breaths of air

you’ve already taken

I theorize
you’re always alive
once your eyes awaken

The End

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