there are mornings.
when the sun
shines.
and the birds
sing.
and the trees
stand-still.
and the air
softens.
and the heaviness
is less.
-fleeting
© Hudson Biko
Tag: morning
Morning
Drizzles give way
to the sways
of trees
That blow away
the mornings
we love
mourning
about.
© Hudson Biko
GIF Source: Living Stills
Resonate
Watching words resonate
As their weight
Inflates
The states
Of others
As covers
Begin to smother.
© Hudson Biko
Outlier
You came and asked him why he stood there.
Staring into his eyes
Cold as ice
With words melting
Into ears
That for years
Could only hear
Your voice.
As we stood there
,
Like Outliers
,
Without words
Because we were never heard
Because we never had
Any words
To say
Anyway
Because each time
He came with you
,
Like ice
melting
into your eyes
That for years
Could only hear
Your voice.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Romain Lours
Innocence
They play
in alleyways
decaying
in the absence of ourselves
Like plays scripted in
dimensions surrounded
by perceptions
of perfection
Of everything we wanted to be
Before it came in
and took the the better of us
To dimensions
decaying
in alleyways
surrounded
by perceptions
Of everything we weren’t
–
Of everything that wasn’t scripted.
© Hudson Biko
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