Today I took part in the aurora public art gallery show.
I was asked by Sangeeta to talk about my book.
I was initially excited . I did my makeup and attempted to go dressing as Shiro from my book however I was so wrought with stage fright I wound up underselling myself.
Still, I want people to read the poem I tried to share.
It’s a piece i wrote in the early stages of developing from the desk of Rinne Caine. It’s about isolation and the spirits journey and yearning for love while fragmented.
Today, a soul.
Today I am impermanence.
Tomorrow, I’ll be the space between stars.
Yesterday, I was heat in the space between fingertips.
An hour ago, I was the ink dried at the end of a pen,
words dying on my tongue by the millions.
Lines explode from my fingertips, born, lost again—
unrealized.
The spark between another mind.
I trace the contour of your face over and over your name across the cold nights.
I collapse the idea of everything that flows,
grinding selfhood to a halt.
Pausing at the lamppost,
I lock eyes on the orange filament
within the black metal casing, a light
flickering out
like a dying star.
Are you wandering on the other side?
Searching.
The night envelops me.
A cold memory
I slipped out in the midnight silence to go and
find you.
Yet here I am alone and undone with my
thoughts and the clear night sky.
The cold, a contrast to its warm orange light,
leaves me aching.
Sobered by mortality,
I wander again through the night, down the
road.
Time slips over itself,
and I fall with it.
Tangled in the stars,
I learn the meaning of potential.
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