In the foliage of space
The forest of time
Twisting trees
Of just making it
Another day

Leaves of silver sentiment
Flowers of aquamarine possibility

Another day

All the ways we play

I couldn’t be a perfect specimen, a token. It’s an elusive goal. An interplay of hail & blank pages. Still I received the coup de main.

What choice did we have?

It was different in those days.

Then arriving at
The interstitial
Stellar altar
We lay our
Our disappointments
Even our glee

Yet through rotations
Only some formulations


The cursive winds
Looping letters
On cloud consciousnesses
Stems illustrated on
Wallpaper conversations

Letting the afternoon sun
Absorb the temperment
Of fantabulous meditations

Wishes on wonderfully
Wicked currents
Forever in memory
Holding their moments


© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Gradienta from Unsplash

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