Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Rename

"...I often rechristen my days..."

Rename

That is
what happens.

I often rechristen
my days
deep in the night.

Voice, come out
of the
silence.
speak
something.

I stand a while
in the dark.

You are there,
flickering,
ask nothing of life

I want to walk
to the edge of
your feeling.

You are there
yet
far beyond
real and more real.






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