And then it happened
Because the thread broke
Pulled too tight
Couldn’t sense the tension
Should I throw on a yarmulke
Would it make a difference?
We’re kind of like yarn
Twisted and tugged
Rendered in the leftover
Colors of the sky
I could sense the residuals
Underneath the concrete
An art for resistance
As the army of ants
Marched away even when the
Distance seems cooler
But the sun never goes away there
They call it fake winter
So everyday is sweating and warm
When my mind stopped grumbling
I looked up to catch a glimpse
Of something saying
“You already know it.”
It’s not like you’re hearing voices
But externally the body language
Becomes more clear
Crows caw the words
Time is slowing
© GÄ
Poétique 