Old Letters

Rereading old letters from a past perhaps only myth

Time twines it dances turns into numerals and air

This human blood was always one nameless river

To drown is to breathe

Breathe to drown

Down to where a strangely familar music plays these songs

Waking up to what was life sees faces feel the skies

It is this script we write from light our eyes

Look into past perhaps only myth

Rereading old letters . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-01-21 at 12:25

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