I would have robbed you
blind, my own eyes
with a film of breath,
it’s sticking to the eyelash,
tries its best to leave,
to jump across and through
thick layers of the atmosphere,
reach in between of space
and moment, stretch itself
five-fold like gravity, and
reconcile meaning — to
what it is but not expected,
conserving energy.
But now- you are, you are
aware, like silk drops to the floor
with the lightest breeze
that leans into your face and roots
of thinning hair — it is
the longest journey. |
Submission Name: the longest journey 
