if i wanted something, i could have it, but at the expense of something dearer; if i wanted to see one bird in the sky, the sun would go out tomorrow; if i chose to feel a man’s skin, i could never touch again; if i asked—a second chance—i would never ask forgiveness: it was how an autumn passed.
try to have it; fight for a right, holding on to a whisper like solace, asked for a miracle, or resolution to all problems: her life would continue on, forbid anything new just so i’d wish for-god, left all i trusted & pleaded to rip up my insides; i lost something more than me: i lost a summer in every year.
you knew about running away from something like your life depended on it. yes, we had to teach each other, give pointer like a dog, follow a tab like a cat would. it was in our blood to run from each other, null eclipse, so did you know it’d take longer to learn how to sit still, a secret up in the moon?
what it meant was unclear; if i thought wrong, i could not go over to write something new; tattoo: tender for permanence, or secureness in self; it was selfish asking to stop & still let me go, i make her leave with a wind, now colder than i meant; my body’s frozen: winter was once my favourite.
ripped from a new page: mere drawing(s) for a man, invited ones who look for ink find a mysterious & strange thing— a pity i cannot say how i feel; keep rocking me to sleep, just a dent in my head as if i hurt my loved one; it’s not what i asked for but what i deserve: do not say it is spring, again.
Edited by Averin
Artist Statement: My intention with this piece was to make something roughly coherent whether lines were read across or within the containers provided. It is an exploration of form more than anything.
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