seraphic tumbling
seraphic tumbling The weather turns cold and brown. Eyes shift blue. I’m looking up. No longer at the ground. (Blue like the sky, not bark and sap - like you…) Beyond false touch or falsity of sound; This is me. Closed. You once k(n)ew me - unwound. My strings now tightened to an unknown tone. (For you to explore? While my wrists were bound?) Playing my song in the moonlight - alone. Cowards watch screens while the brave ones hit streets. I...