oct. 2025
(this poem is a mouth)
and i speak from inside it:
text folds into text
until meaning
creases.
i begin mid-sentence:
-nd the sky was missing,
so i drew its echo.
that’s enough ascent for today,
but
let me describe, again.
i = iterative.
you are finishing my sentence
with your eyes,
which means the poem
has already escaped me.
(you are only legible
when halved)
