Time is but a breath that studied your name
In the silence of the roots, beneath the earth.
And everything you called light was once a body
That did not know it was allowed to shine.
We are but shadow-attempts to catch the sound of the first question,
That did not yet have a tongue.
Oh, do not touch things too confidently \u2013
They break from a glance,
If you are not ready to leave a piece of yourself within them.
And, perhaps, this is how we become a poem:
When we scatter ourselves into someone forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Time is but a breath that studied your nameIn the silence of the roots, beneath the earth.And everything you called light was once a bodyThat did not know it was allowed to shine. We are but shadow-attempts to catch the sound of the first question,That did not yet have a tongue. Oh, do not touch […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[118,115],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4599","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-time","tag-word"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n