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Tectonic

I love you

And respect you,

From afar.

Although

This is

Undesirable

And you may come

To think of me as

Untrue –

Believe me

When I say

This is

The only way

Our kinship

Can exist –

Drifting

Fragments

Like islands.

An atoll,

I’ve drowned myself

In work and words and

Painted my skin blue

On the journey down.

If I told you

But half of my life,

You would probably cry.

These things that I’ve done –

I see in you too,

As I grace growing older –

We, the archipelago.

Fleeting around,

I’ve hastened my death.

Whilst you,

For all of your madness,

Remain

Salient

And strong.

Gasping for breath,

I erupt

Upon shores

Of my

Undoing –

I’ve prayed

For an anchor –

A vista,

Quiet

And warm.

All that I am

Is seeped

Deep

Into the marrow

Of my bones.

A spit of an image.



🎨/📷 by Buck Nin, Rangitoto, 1984

1 Comment


Sirius
Sirius
Jan 10, 2021

whoa i felt that

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