Oscar_Locke

Australia

these are my letters
to myself.

Message to Readers

this poem is dumb lol

god looking down at me

August 26, 2019

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blind,
we ask to been seen
as magma melts to
clay
and these 
sculpted hands shape
creases of rivers
and the spurs of mountains, they
make of chalk and sand
islands
we weave them into chains
pushing, kneading
we are all priests
praying with our pain
feel nothing
but the absence of his
gaze. 

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2 Comments
  • rainandsonder

    crazy good, as always! small thing, though; in the second line it says "we ask to been seen", which i think is a typo.


    12 months ago
  • Anha

    your poetry is immaculate perfection; never stop writing.


    about 1 year ago