Does it help
To be read by poems?
To be understood only through words
With no direct structure or argumentation.
A point made, muddled by your mouth,
As your lips form the words to comfort
Your darkness.



Forever Was Yesterday

A cosmic confusion
Contained inside
You, a universe.
You, a singularity.
Both infinite and expanding
Both mortal and everlasting
In these words, pencilled,
In my mind, engrained.