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
in these moments
we
find
ourselves
saying that
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 came in.
And like a
First-time
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
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
are only temporary.
But
we
are only temporary
and this
madness
,
this ‘madness’
is our deliverance.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Henri Meilhac
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
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