It’s the same hand
but the game keeps changing
I don’t know
what it means
or what it says
I’ve grabbed every lenses, perspective, light, and hypothetical happenstance,
but it’s a mountain
gathering dust
in a corner of
my dreams.
It’s the same hand
but the game keeps changing
I don’t know
what it means
or what it says
I’ve grabbed every lenses, perspective, light, and hypothetical happenstance,
but it’s a mountain
gathering dust
in a corner of
my dreams.
I don’t know why, but your poem feels significant to me.
-Thirst