Distrusting a
sure rise of moon―
if clouds were there.
From inside
a voice comes to haul
a burning sun.
If you open the
dark room, would you
find the tether?
The beast roams
in night, to escalate the
violence of sleeping truth.
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Author:
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Comments1
Searching the mind for answers, passing through doors you know that no new knowledge lays behind. Nice read.
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