Sentences
"Sentences"
Experience comes at a cost
money is not the currency
the weight of useless titles
are now disgarded avidly
the sun
tastes expensive here
like the stigma of saffron;
I open my palms to the eyes
of some strange royal God
who pretends not to hear me
love and life
slip through the fingers
like sand
the hourglass is turned upside down
a challenge
challenges now shed like worn out novels
unwritten words slipping silently
between the sheets like expert lovers warmly known,
sensuously undressing pages until they’re naked
a kiss
I turn my head in this dream
I’m not looking for clocks
and as I glance back
ahead of me I see my soul
accepted
slip silently out of me
like this body is empty tupperware
and what lies behind me
hollow and unnessary
melting away
into you
between the lengthy
unspoken sentences
Candide Diderot. ‘25
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