antidotesformyself

[antidotesformyself]

Twin of the night

This darkness is the unknown, possibility.

A space that swallows

I shy away; mind cannot trace the myriad configurations.

Wait, look: randomness.

Twin of the night, up close you are jagged, from afar you are a bird’s soft wing

the agentless agent.

Send out enough of them

and this infinity shrinks

The void is tinged slightly

like the night sky 

just before dawn.

[antidotesformyself]

Sitting in the Sand

the soft burble of the river

our distant shouting engines

red tipped willow reaching to the sky

this pebble; laced with veins

polished, infinite

here I can be nothing

thank you,

thank you.