gesturing

To begin. At the end.
To end. At the beginning.
We move in circles.
Visit. Revisit.
Create. Recreate.
Envision. Re-envision.
Story. Re-story.
Imagine. Reimagine.
Cover. Recover.
Remember. Re-member.
Always in re.
We move.

shadow citizen

I take tentative steps
In this place i am told
Is my own. I am uncertain
That i belong, but at the counter
You will see, i can show you
The necessary documents
that define me. And remind me
Of my limits. For some of my friends,
Not having these papers, does the same.

critical

Shadows.
Screens. Shields.
Moving in blurry forgetfulness
And dark violences.
Critical.

democracy

I am for, of, by those
who stir rapacious mobs
And hide in rhetoric.

I must be for, of, by those
whose homes are razed
And whose Bodies burnt.

consolations

sometimes,
i stay with the night.
we walk alongside
blurring, making
shadows and memories
from dark and light years away.

constellatory portraits of solitude.
portraits of constellatory solitude.

sometimes,
the night stays with me.
we sit alongside
re-membering, drawing
hopes and misfortunes
from heavy and gossamer years away.

overcast portraits of silence.
portraits of overcast silence.

at all times,
the night and i,
hold one another
as desolate strangers might,
without possession, or desire,
proximate in our distances
wishing for nothing more.

abstract

An abstract abstract,
Imagined otherwise
than the ordinary
that circumscribes.

space-time

The space between our dreams
is an open wound. untended,
left to gnaw. Being awake
demands an emotion. Pain
is a feeling, i remind myself
as i scratch the gash wider
and set out to fall asleep to
the rhythm of dripping blood.

The time between our wakings
is an old battle. tumultuous,
rent asunder. Being oblivious
demands a disposition. Escapism
is a state of mind, i tell myself
as i armour up in austerity
and hope to stay up against
the faint echo of the war cry.