twennyfree

i was about to write
then i found writings to be read
and the letters scrunched their brows
and these words crumbled onto this page
disappointedly

then i had a realisation, 
like the moon was just, there,
like the screen is just, here,
and the silent whisper hushed

inchoacreation

a shell
the world is
stuck between pages
million chambers, many-valved

we play house
where we heart,

where we learn multiplication
slow
le-e

off the shelf
by the landslide
a pristine inchoacreation
such