as eyes seize it
wars wars
my scrolling accelerates
antisocial media
in the frost
the breath of a prayer
hangs
even when a bell rings
nothing moves
cloudy
behind the mirror’s tears
silver flakes
for so many tears
in the grey greying dust
crying dried
a mountain rises
high above the river mists
over paddy fields
warm poem
cold tea
black heart
then the sun comes out
on the sea shells
coming storm
the box is safely
inside the box
crescent moon
ploughing through storm clouds
my stream of thoughts
this autumn moon
the act of redaction is a black art
red lifebelt
black sky
