Poems from tokii
The path bends, bright and wide and wending
I see it not, the future to be trod, the crush of
untouched fortune there
But ahead lies...
I have no spine
Yes, you do
You have a spine of ladybugs and lily flowers
Her skin was golden earth, her eyes the hazy fields of wind swept summer grains
Vibrant laughter and gentle hands
She entirely was renewal...
I open my chest to the forest of bones
Pulsing vines, foliage thick and wending
Up the bowing rows of white
How long 'til I find its...
You seem intelligent.
Sometimes I am. It comes in fits. Like madness. Or anger. Only when provoked, and only when necessary. If it stays...