it feels like i choose it often.
the ache
to remember.
the hesitation
to falter.
the pause
to cessation.
// the memory we know | the part where it comes time to let go
hudson biko
Author: Biko
cloud watching
veer out into the clouds.
witness
their slow dance.
with the sun.
notice the way
their touch
lingers through
the margins
comes close
feels far
calls us in
brings us out
// Hudson biko
hold
permeate
look at the way the sun glimmers
through the gallery of the sky.
seeks you.
behind rugged corners
and open wounds.
sees you.
in all the fierce
and subtle ways
you break through
// hudson biko
transient
settle
where the wind
calms.
and your breath
is light
// hudsonbiko