Maybe if I could speak like you Or find the leafy places in my blood like you I hear you and wonder at the earth I hear Ursula and wonder At the Sky But my words stillborn Crumble Before they reach the heart November 19
Tag Archives: art
Point of Poetry
A useless art
Empty
Overshadowed by fizzing screens
Constant movement
Sole space of silence
Invites you to step inside
Your own head
// Eoten
Talking Lines
Talking lines
Not in my mind but the body
Feels you fully
Translations miss whole worlds
Three lines give more
Than books
Reading you on my skin
Engraved on tongue and earth
The song is loud
I am your river
//eóten