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
We
began
to
through
accumulations
we called obstruction
As permutations
dissolved
in the
presence
of absence
© Hudson Biko
Past events
pass through vents
Blowing
streaks of their
presence
Like presents
and
Unseen
Until scenes
Replay
and stay
In tents
bellowing
and blowing
their forever.
© Hudson Biko
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
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
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