Deliquescence we are
Melting into our futures
There are so many more
Moments to be had
Does being vulnerable
Sharing our disappointments
And the horrors
Of our lives
Make us any
Less amazing?
Is there more love
To be had and
Can we be
Arrested for that?
How can we know
If our hands are
Even our own hands
Or are these hand’s
The hands of our
Grandfathers’
Grandfathers
© GÄ
Poétique 