above the city.

Somehow now, in sublime colours
of someone elses cracks of
teeth, crack

the roots, of somehow- somehow soft talk
is a centred sweet, rooted, sweet sweet

talk is the somehow thread.
Not mine, knitted, somehow

in someone elses shirt.

Author's Note

this is me trying to gain independence by naming a piece on my own. no thats a lie. i'll always prefer it when my boyfriend names my pieces :)

andrei voznesensky died today too, bad fucking times.

Reviews

[Steve]

You have such an original voice Safrina, always a pleasure to read your work!

[Collect-Eye]

awww..well, you did an amazing job naming and writing this..your bf is most proud of you..he asked me to relay that..
and OMG epic pic..so perfect a reflection of this piece.
the sleep corresponding w/ the roots
the voices in, say, dreams, for instance, how they're so deeply ingrained in your consciousness and beyond and looping and weaving and wrapping w/ the universal
I love that this was really hard to wrap my brain around at first but it's seed kind of germinated in the back of my mind and I came back to it w/ the clarity from inspiration
and it's funny or ironic or whatever that I feel like i could talk and talk trying to explain what I understand in some undercurrent of thought resonating and rising to the conscious level...
ramble ramble, etc..