Written by Jacob Ibrag
Eve in the middle
of the city of trees. A time
when the eyes are absent in the
midst of an entrancing wind. It’s an
enveloping howl, a whirl that sifts into
the veins and invites itself into the dreams
of the sleeping. Fabricated smiles crumble
upon the arrival of the stranger while
disrupting the division between
reality and imagination.
Photography by Laura Williams
And i had wondered how i
was having some many dreams
lastnight, when normally i don’t dream!
chris
LikeLiked by 1 person
Awesome concrete poem!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Creepy picture but I like. Good poem, too!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Amber π
LikeLike
I love this!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you π
LikeLiked by 1 person