23 | timetable

how the night changes so fast with fictitious light! // and I'm only going forth and back, black appearance // darkness, bleached hair, everything is shadowed with throne flowers // the crackers, mostly found in the middle, are tuning fork into the crystal moon // my hands, trying to teach with each words, folds // you can always try, never lose // a year, a passionate day night dreams // it's easy, really easy going // to let go, never heard back // I can't seem to do so, if it means losing myself // whether to find you in the deepest ocean waves // or to embrace in the sun's burn kisses // I'm left with atrocious stars // beyond infinity, a galaxy of milliwatt // thousands of light flashes // a good even though sandy muddy // I'm frozen,  I can't feel // how to say, the tracks broke? // but but. . .  time shouldn't be too generous // for the bowl spinning // it's empty already, to farther like deserted dawn // the night grew too cold // destiny called with ringing fingers // waxes mould in longing fell // oh, a sorrowful mysteries // what you didn't express // a happy gleam, you forget to suppress // but it's a balloon, floating in the blush blue // in the air bump, until it's over gone // oh, sweet times, I have changed //

                        I can't always be the one,

                chasing cold stars where

       tremulous shadows twist in me,

  whereas you will be a timetable of

figurative metaphors.

— 6th June, 2023