The
remnants
pour in.
Expecting
me keep them
in
Like inns
that
keep
those
who
seek their refuge,
Like inns
that
keep
those
who
never found what
they went looking for
;
Keeping-in
those
who
never
get sick
of seeking
,
Those whose remnants
never leave us
,
Because they’re always
pouring in
and we let them stay
like inns
Because
we
never find what
we keep waiting for
,
Because
I
never find what
I keep waiting for
© Hudson Biko
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Ruminate
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
We stood on top
of counter tops
Dancing
To a backdrop
of pop
and hip hop
Before they came in
watching
in backdrops of silence
As if we were
some sort of science
they had a licence
to take apart.
As if we
we needed
to stay
in their silence
;
When that’s all we
ever
danced away from
,
in backdrops
of silence
and watching counter tops.
© Hudson Biko
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Rhythmic
I found myself
in a room
pervaded by an oxymoron
of darkness
and
innocence
Watching,
as you began
to pour
your darkness
into my light
in a might
of flashes
flickering
the ashes
of innocence
into gases
That ignited
blurs
of
memories of “-”
Before the light was finally let in
;
3.00 AM
Morning
© Hudson Biko
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Blur
Photograph: Dmitry Ermakov
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