Original Poems

hypostasis

here’s the truth:
my knowledge stops
right where your
skin begins.
love is the source,
the flow all
that is, and all
that’s underneath.
hypostasis:
when you fill up
my lungs, collateral’s
the damage to
my heart. but all of that
is truth, and truth’s
a tangled bedsheet
in the dark

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