in the bedlam
of days
there are times
when the haze
of yesterdays
will come in
and play.
and there are times
when the decay
of the better times
will come in and stay.
and we will
pray
in the only
way
we know how
to ask
for a way
to make the less. less.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Lydz Leow
i woke up late for work today.
not that i wanted to.
the sparrow
did not crow.
the alarm
did not ring.
the birds
did not sing.
i found myself
at ten a.m.
with lingering lids.
that felt lighter
to open.
with a heart
beating at the bloom
of the day.
with a new life
pouring into the old.
it is a beautiful thing.
how the things
we want the least
can be the ones
we need the most.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Ryan Moreno
the walls were punctured.
the chain hang
halfway above
the door.
the floor was splitting.
i was in-between.
the cracks.
blood pouring/
crimson red.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Sam Burriss
the air was cloaked
in strokes
of gaiety.
of beating
hearts.
of remembrances.
of yesterdays.
of nows gone.
and nows become.
of us here.
spilling goodbyes.
pouring.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Tirza van Dijk
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