Video with spoken poetry below
Time Unhinged
Dreamt of exterminated images,
and forgotten doubts,
of unhinged time
with the hollow
of silent bones
thundering
in the wake of restless flowers.
Blinded by
a vigilant morning
I enter the mists of loneliness
seeking laughter and daydreams
(to counter the emptiness)
too long for counting
these days
press down
on my chest
cementing the architecture
of my sad inheritance.
I establish hope
burying her under
the obliging tree
in my back yard.
Letters to My Oldest Friend 
Reblogged this on theherdlesswitch and commented:
This is so beautiful, both the written words and the spoken version, it made me feel wistful… Please take the time to check out the work of Janavi Held over at letterstomyoldestfriend.com, you won’t be disappointed ; )
Meno<3
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