I could break my promises
against the stone faces
of ancient mountains, and watch
the pieces shatter
to dust.
or stand on the high cliffs
and burn the bridges in-between
and watch the flame subside into
a single ember,
an ash.
I could watch the last waves
sink into current, and, with them,
my Self :
just
for an Instant
a Moment,
a Breath.
Resonance Theory
Nobody gives a fuck about this blog or the poetry on it, but I'll keep posting to it because I don't have anything better to do.

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