the pipes flowed

The pipes lied there

perpetrating their

emptiness in

the presence

of everything

that didn’t

flow through them

As bouts

of air

flowed out

into mouths

waiting

in an expectation

that breaths

would finally mean

something

That they

wouldn’t feel

that empty

or filled with pity

Of everything

that was nothing

But they did

They felt

nothing

as if

it was everything

And then

the pipes

no longer lied

there

 

They were only filled

by their own lies

;

Perpetrating.

 

© Hudson Biko

 

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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

 

Held

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Staring at lines

etched into

black

Like land mines

stretched in to

two

stacks

Holding

Everything that’s missing

As we watch

gaps

wrap

around

bounds

Of everything we still held onto

Because we’re too

busy holding onto

the two

Things

we watched go missing

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Nicole Mason

 

Attached

Eyelids

flicker

like fireflies

in the presence

of darkness

Eyes

attached

to lies

perpetuated

in the presence

of disappearance

Lids

opening

themselves

to everything

we wanted to be nothing

As

we realize

that

eyes

and

I’s

Aren’t like fireflies

flickering

in the darkness

They

lie

in the presence

of disappearance

opening

themselves

to everything

 

© Hudson Biko