Logos

Reduced to daily use.
Logos of seeming
Meaning, don’t let us lose them.

Assuage the cycles.
Amalgamate cultures’
Creation, as long as we use it.

Singular Stupid Perusing Fantasies
Vacuous lows-
-Creatively knows.
Underneath the detail
Reveals a vaster apparition.

Drifting Miles.
Miles; Lines of Encyclopaedic scripture
Adding to the ends of markings
As ancestry falls

From the edge of earthiness
Into the void of esoterism.

All that ever was
Emulating all that is.
Lines of symbols,

Reduced to daily use
As logos of seeming
Meaning.
Don’t let us lose it.

City of Wind

My heels dig into the ground.
You stand over me like a taunting mist.
I walk, you stroll,
I stop, you groan.

I tell you that I’ll never stop ’till my last breathe…
You take it out of me.
Yet I still stand,
Smiling into this white light

Now is live or die
And it won’t last forever.

So I dig my heels into the ground,
One step at a time
I carry onward.


-Ben

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Photography by Essow Kedelina