Poems from Blue Jae
The sand sweeps through me
While weary priers with drier eyes believe they can do the same
But there is illusion riddled before them, bred...
I do not speak for a number of reasons
In a number of places that all sound the same
I wrap up my ears no matter the season
And hope that...
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
I see the stars and I meet the sky
And just like that, I hit the ground
I don’t land on my feet, but I...
I know it to be but a memory
Still, I go searching into the fog
I am now a foreigner to this molten nightfall
Forgotten and tamed, a...
I wake
Home again, born again
Orange and blue the greatest gift by far
My window catching the first gleam of this star
Beating into my...