wajid yaseen - text - fracture
i ripped out the heart of something i cant say
held it in my hand
listened and waited and understood alittle
but not enough to have curiosity satiated
i questioned the intent
and started to question the question
when did the curiosity become callous ?
or is the callousness an attempt at category itself ?
i carried on but with less clarity
a frozen fracture
something was different.....
i tried to mask the small indignity but every turn was a pointed finger