Sunday, December 8, 2019

[Sober, We're Old] a poem




sober we're old;
under induced delirium,
there's everlasting young,
bold, a-new,
in a new world,
a feeling of well-being,
where nothing wrong can
stay wrong.

birth creates hostages,
death only memories

the speed of sound is measured
in marvels,
bad dreams proven erroneous.

we're better off in flight



-Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Subtitles]
Photography by Angela Douglas

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