siegfried liu
After an hour of guiding attention from the screen
I sit alone in the attic and feel unseen
Not because I got swept
But millions break unwept
An infant’s crawling fingerprints wip
Because monochrome binary father griped
Take out the shades of gray
Nothing alone stands between two headlands of a bay
Yet the river beds disagree
Corpse of a mental killing spree
By nightfall a blade will slice across ignorant lands
Under the cut are pure hearts band
Paper wrappers never smother kindles
Even moments when hope dwindles
Prideful butterfly rips against the sky
Pollen spreaded passing by
Wings move vortex breathing air
Inhale silent enduring flare
Land on flora disperse seeds
Parochial vacuum futile by existing breath exceed