27 October 2012
I can’t tell if you’re gone like a secret to be kept
punctured through, uncovering different meanings
flowing, slipping, out like mercury the viscous substance, heavy
drawing your breaths leaving a lasting strain
like strangling hold leaving that lump in your throat
compressed moods, captured where fervour seek escape
to intwine and roll with the wind
Undone • Opuss № I