100 poems/52 weeks challenge’ 2018
I had intuition around things.
My hands would fall recklessly around me
And they knew of
The world that touched them
And clucked like
At a pool table,
I knew my game
And when I thought I was writing to you,
I had already written my hundred poems
Long before this page.
Where is this place?
Where the things have already happened
One morning though,
I did not know why there was a heavy fog
My windows all
And could not contain me so,
From hallucinating a reality which cannot be predicted
Because it simply
Does not exist.