folding and unfolding
in the between-space of now
&
not-yet
we sense the weight
as
world-flesh wraps around bones like
inherited syntax

hammer wields
mirror shatters in shards
self cracks into
ten thousand ordinary moments

the taste of metal when
the they-dissolves
&
possibility
opens its mouth

being-towards
death carries a future
like water carries salt
and time holds
an index
of
never-written stories

in throw-ness
you wake in someone else’s language
speaking meanings you didn’t choose
but wear like grafted skin

but also
the way roots
know earth
before knowing
is a word

 

24/2/2025