Photography > Little Rayburn

Vanity holds the mirror so closely
That the body vanishes forever
No chalk line
Or seance
Or crime scene

No Vuitton
Or diamonds
Broken chains

No Re-arranged love based on seasons
And Jupiter

Maybe the birds will take a lock of
My hair and weave it into into its nest

In this moment the world has less despair
Maybe I can be here for you
And not consume
The world

If you don't think this life is enough
Fail and fall into your own destiny
Or rise to the cause

Pause love
Thyself
Because you feel
Close to your mother

The earth sister
People don't think
Dirty water is special

Thick in mud
So many thieves
A sleeve of paper

And still everyone is fighting to be free.






The vanity looks into so many mirrors and goes instantly blind
poetry
2019