Poetry inhaled
Picking up a half written poem
It reads:
It feels later than it is
I'm in a yesterday
If tomorrow is tonight
Dreams are for sleepers
Gently held
There I trailed off, left
Whispers combine with oxygen
Everything blends invisibly
As poets put words together
And the air becomes a potion
It doesn't need knowing
For words to unlock doors
Keys forged by combinations
Of shallow and deep breaths
Pitter pattering across spaces
Into your lungs
For a breath of fresh air
Code within code, deliciously undeciphered
I'm coming around again
Gently held
Sleepers reside in dreams
Tonight comes before tomorrow
Yesterday is later than it feels
Poetry inhaled
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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