hamsa

gauri

Oneironaut

Sugar and white paper,
all non-gravitational.
When the crystals float upto the white window
is when they appear behind my eyelids.

In the middle of the highway
or freeway, wherever you think you are, you will open your eyes,
and i mine.
and we'll hold hands in the window

groundwater

the truth will triumph

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sun-slice eclipse

his moon rose far beyond the stretch of your eyes; you never saw just how far it could go.