Poetry – Page 29 – hudson biko

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Words are their own form of time travel.

— Biko (@pb_hb_) September 19, 2017

Caique Silva.jpg

sometimes streaks of light

are all we need to

illuminate eons

of darkness

( i’ve been finding more of them )

Photograph by Caique Silva

i think too often

about realities

i’ve created in

a mind that’s

trying to escape

its own

Photograph: Nick Karvounis

i’ve been trying to float

amongst whirlpools of

bleeding hearts

with eyes shut

in the hope that I

might maintain my sight.

slowly sinking into one

that’s losing its own might

to float.

Photograph: Ian Espinosa

there’s a comfort in knowing that after a there is b and c. that

after one there is two and three. that there is certainty

amongst uncertainty. that we can at least hold on

to a few things. and that sometimes :

those things stay.

Photograph: Sam Burriss