blend these devices and self-destruct
eradicate the color as i slip away and become your intension.
extrovert by defense and
bred with no respect,
to perfection my reflection in the ink; you're so connected.
part the sky with stones and bruises,
feeling temporary.
unhooked and holy, a spinal bind-
if i could chase this glowing rock down from autumn
burn the memories, build and alter and
designate this insecurity,
exit. outlet. vent.
so i alone will behold the dying sky,
and if it's anything like these trophies of war
or
your appearance,
then it's everything-
it was meant to be.

i wish i really knew how this is britain i haven't been there
but the imagery in this piece is no less than intriguing

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder

has nothing to do with britain.
READ IN BETWEEN THE LINES