Collaboration

We watched as random turned into linear.

As we realized

that we could never loom

together chemistry

or see

what loomed behind

the walls and blinds

that bound us together,

As we realized that echoes

and shadows

are only reflections

of ourselves

:

Shadows we tried to set light on.

But reflections

are reiterations

that never truly disappear.

they loom behind

walls and blinds

:

Blinding us

in their chemistry.

 

© Hudson Biko

Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Collaboration

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None

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in these moments

we

find

ourselves

saying that

none

of it really mattered

,

That it was only one time

and that time

will make it feel slightly better

,

Saying that

all those things

won’t matter anymore

;

And then we find ourselves

awake

at half-past four

in those moments

That find us

,

As if

we

don’t really matter

 

© Hudson Biko

 

He IV

He came in.

And like a

First-time

Apprentice

Lost in-time

He could only sit

there

on seats

slowly shredding

in rooms heading

to ends

Pending

more.

As words

poured out into a world

ready for their ramifications

as he choked on his own misconceptions

we watched fall into rooms

of ambiguity

Before

they began

to slowly shred

away to-times

he was always lost in.

 

© Hudson Biko

 

 

 

deliverance

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Existent

in the absence

of assurance

Thinking

that this madness

will somehow

bow

into our own deliverance

That somehow

there is more

to this

than this

That somehow

this fragments

of attachment

will

make us feel

less absent

That somehow

these

bouts of

doubt

are only temporary.

But

we

are only temporary

and this

madness

,

this ‘madness’

is our deliverance.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Henri Meilhac

Center

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I think we’re always looking for it.

Because we think

that if we find it

we give ourselves

the chance

of finding ourselves.

Because we think

that if we find it

we can finally create

our own peace

from the pieces

that fell apart

;

But we cant really find it,

it finds us.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Chen YiChun