It comes
out or through
holes like eyes or windows,
film screens or beams
of light that dance
crossing from past to
cars passing, passed
Your footfalls marking
time or distance
paired like wings
moving air and sometimes light
Nothing seen
but images
like exhalations
left to fill spaces
unseen until now
pens down,
heads out
Poetry. Drawings. Photography. Videos. Mix Tapes. Animated GIFs. Paintings.
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