Poet, Writer, Media Maker, Facilitator

Made my Mind

I thought today
that I had died
& left you
staring at my shell
as I drifted/ shifted out of.



The place that I was found in/ by you
cold clay & muscle
bound to/ by you
your hope magic/ false god
dying isn’t so easy/ for some

I watched you feel
beside yourself
outside yourself/ I’m free
without you

free to fall forever

but I’m still breathing
still pushing blood around
thinking of escape velocity

thinking/ fuck it
more than one path
out of a dead life

Adrian EarleComment