a subtle roar

a mighty fire. consuming. and the mature way and the easy way. chalk it up to an excavation. dig up that past. how dare I reduce her to a moment, slightly off stage. a conversation about radiation and a star slowed to a usable element.

I gotta face it even when it doesn’t make sense in the way of normal collection. eyes and mouth. teeth and ears. we may have all lost connection, a third chakra death, pandemic, no pants mumblings. truthfully. I’m ready now. set aside, feeling sanctified. mentioning the art of out created selves. guess you should know, it was painted on the walls and they will say it as I said it. it belongs to us.

pay for it in pain. pay for it in multi color, moving downward now upward like an ancient burial. I can read your brush. and it is like a gunshot. painted on fingernail. brutal comedy, those births and the vacated premise. a knife forced through. destruct and manage. rebuild in silence. a thought of your lovely face. stolen because a thought is merely a thought. it can be ignored.

can we discuss the projection of self and the project the self has become. a marriage in you. we don’t dare say it, not this evening. never again. it was just a moment.

art credit: rotimi fani-kayode, “grapes,” 1989 nigeria