top of page
of dissonance and DIASPORA
all meaning as ABJECT
letters written in secret
spending hours in a world built around solitude
(_______) of a TRANSIDENTITY
eyes reveal a wall of sorts
the metastasis of macrocosms
translating intuition via art
to carry
on singing
multitudes compress into singularity
god is the story
all that truth is, a
sphere
now,
tired, i long to return homeward
water slips through my hands
"come in "
i whisper
bottom of page