silence into these rhymes
the verses are the twists that twist in the air.
I wrote this poem with my eyes closed
they repeated the noisy afternoons.
I slowly calculate
be careful lonely
many times.
I'm not yet finished
spell your great name
while the utopia still curb
in the corners of prayer.
i like forgot
time step
still hurrying after me.
you are still so far away
should I?
the clock ticks on me stealthily
I still hug lonely
alone.
