All Works · Poetry

Spoke the Tsunami

Come east
To yeast
And rise.

How things won’t change, unless
They are broken down.

Fermentation is
The dissertation
Of the masses.


I can’t tell you what inspired this.
But I hope it speaks to you.

Thanks for reading.

“We love our tragedies.
We’re both broken in our own little ways
We’re broken, but we fit together just right
You know I saw the black inside your eyes
I saw they were eclipsed by mine and they looked just right.” – Evans Blue ‘Eclipsed’


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