Just gonna leave this here....

irinia Unworded Poetry ask your blood your limbs, your breathing feet what Poetry is - a phylogenetic anomaly in light’s discontinuity or just… the strange yearning of hematopoiesis ask the silence in your lungs the bursting DNA, reinterpreted how it allures memory inside your bones how it treads conventions of sleep with the weight of a sigh if you ask me what Poetry is I’d say: breath calligraphy a winged dream of depth on enchanted retina the bitter-sweet art of airy harmony ask your hands what Poetry is perhaps they’ll take a moment to bloom