for your refuge I have built islands with many hunting arms wearing emotions open-eyed in the deep hiding behind ink I am learning how to undo jars left from the wreck of the last universe the lone survivor self-severing the memory in sleep eaten alive my three hearts are beating
for your refuge
I have built islands
with many hunting arms
wearing emotions
open-eyed in the deep
hiding behind ink
I am learning how to undo jars
left from the wreck of the last universe
the lone survivor
self-severing
the memory in sleep
eaten alive
my three hearts are beating
T. Kozumplik
T. Kozumplik