The Otherside of Concrete - Casey Mecija

Dreaming is a pattern cut in darkness

We’ve made pain a surface for remembering

Piecing shapes out of the same colour

But I’ll try, it’s hard to discern dark parts

Words come out like warm water

Feeling through years to slowly learn her

(She said)

Letting truth break through the other side of

Concrete

Growing from the hope that we can know from

Not knowing

There are facts that remain relieving

There is a dorr, there is a frame

There is a shape, there is a name

The dream it carries the words around

Adjectives that miss the point, the dream it

Carries…

Words come out like warm water

Feeling through years to slowly learn her