Poems from Krimsoninkworks
Water flows, like the scattering of petals—yet it is fixed, and met in stagnation, Like a visionary of cerise meeting soul, know the...
Adrift and amidst the sea of oily black ichor—a desolate paradise, one so close; Aching of choice, aching to steer, yet so stagnant against...
Breaching the doors of a monochromatic memory; Stretched thresholds drifting deranged sensory, Of a time when the clocks ticked more...
Descending light, my fading son up above, Stargazing the fall of everything, The wept colour, the wept brilliance, All coalesced in...