digital anthropology
Against Hidden Poems
Against Hidden Poems
We then Sojourned
to that paradise
in your mind.
Somebody said,
"It is earthly."
We then mourned
these bleak eyes
in my mind.
Somebody has said,
"Who's that somebody?"
We join the Excursion
so we fantasize
but never to find
this mystical point
of view, "Have we?"
through the storm?
through the storm?
until the day ends
as if we're ever friends
whatsoever.
did I ever ask your
number?
a way to speak
everything's so quick
now.
where are you gonna
take me?—