Thursday, 28 February 2019

HOSPICE OF FULL STOPS




we
voluntarily cry out
for
vulnerable unconsciousness
at
the
days
tumbled
ellipsis . . .

& if the gift is given

then praise be

~

we disappear somewhere then
somewhere in brackets
that noone proofread

trusting
in
the
walls around us
&
dawns
scheduled
bold font
vtol

that highlights
nights two way mirror
in grey smudge

ready for deletion
with coffee number 1

~

then
the
day
is
there

like a flat tire is there

a hospice of full stops

pretending
to
be
italic
comic sans




Sleep Deprivation and Creativity | Fragile Explosions

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