multiplication table

May the nostalgia of my absence in your arms
curl your head around clouds.
May those clouds circle your head like flies,
singing and chanting lullabies.
May those lullabies etch their weight with ink
like wet, silent and dialectical sinking. 

And may these words save you. 


dream walker said...

how we bank on sadness

Karuna said...

Oddly enough, I feel both light and heavy when I read your work. I think this one will flit in and out of my head in the days to come. Lovely.