White Pages

By | 13 May 2024

When footprints that arrived without permission from far away
cover the given pages

how are the pages going to get their whites back?

The brick heights growing from footprints
and the mouth silences amplifying from footprints,

even in the colonisation season
that thickens the pages

things grow.

Like fungi sporing into the cracks of time, when we

open our mouths thickly, in the end
like jungles

we become dense and barbaric.

Wind blows here from a place of unknown origin and
pages flip and flip and flip.

Without anchor or road
you and I met when we lost our way.

The undeveloped light
finally reaches us.

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