Edge of silence | What falling may | transpire? | White spaces and | carved | hollows and niches in black | The intricate | face | Climbers | cling and pause | in the distance | of us all | specks and glitches | gazing | down | across | upwards | lost in | suspended senses | When the hush | hits | the mountain vanishes

Lost | for words || Once I have fallen | trace me back | what will you find? | An old pot of glue and | torn wallpaper with | Chinese blossoms and | these lines leading to | a chance of | silence, inside you

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)

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