Control

they say that sometimes we have to let some things go

that we can’t really do

all of this

all by ourselves

that our shells

can only hold onto

the fragments

of constituents

buried deep within the parts of us we never really want to reach

or the parts of us they expect us to keep holding onto

they tell us that sometimes

trying to

Control

everything

leaves us controlling

nothing

And maybe they’re right

Maybe all of we have left

won’t be enough

And we find ourselves buried

deep within

fragments of our constituents

Asking them to hold on to us

;

But maybe

just maybe

All we ever want to control

is nothing

And maybe

just maybe

that’s enough.

 

© Hudson Biko

 

Clear

We

began

to

Zip

through

accumulations

we called obstruction

As permutations

dissolved

in the

presence

of absence

 

© Hudson Biko

Opaque

Past events

pass through vents

Blowing

streaks of their

presence

Like presents

Opaque

and

Unseen

Until scenes

Replay

and stay

In tents

bellowing

and blowing

their forever.

 

© Hudson Biko

 

Elixir

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We poured it into ourselves

letting it seep

through valves

that would let it

bleed

into the parts

of us that were

always torn apart,

that would let it

feed

the parts

of us that were

always hungry for a part

of more,

for

the parts of us that we always wanted to make

whole

;

but torn things are never whole

,

their holes

are left

bleeding

and seeping

into valves

that feed

the parts of us

that were

more.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Hisu lee

Acceptance

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Perpetuating

in

chains

of

unforseen

permutations

,

Reveling

in their

salvation

As they

pierce

through

the  fragments

we call

identity

,

As

they pierced through

the fragments

of conformity

into

our own reclamation

;

Calling it,

acceptance

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Casey Horner