Porous

Thank you.
Did you look above today?
Did you see the bird-shaped hole in the sky?
Flapping with your motion
Moving as you move
No, wait, I think it was the moon
Or was it my wound,
Revealed in milky momentum
On your silver-framed glasses?
I had forgotten how porous I am
Once touched,
The touch proceeds
Like filter coffee
To leak through
Through and through holes
Holes through holes
To dungeons
And whole hidden kingdoms.
I had forgotten,
Thank you.

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