Bleausomething has been here before
and everything waits for it to come again
traces remain round sulky bulges
velvet painted rocks
built on echoes
of failure and sends
shaped by deserting water
downpour deluges
including emotions
insect silent
internal grunts
a scut of earth
cut up and shut up
scraped and scarred
like hills throw themselves at skies
we throw ourselves
upward sideways
awkwardly bending
stretching beyond our anatomy
open up just to come down
it's very simple
everything waits for it to come again
jjr 28.2.22
Jess James Reynolds
