I see through the veilings of an invisible dilemma,
post convulsion, exhilarates the mind's heart beat,
a floating room distances closer to a polarizing illusion,
the eyes speak,
gray rain invigorates a parched yearning,
fools gold illuminates the path of blind glory,
ghostly writings,
fever dream reality with phantosomia,
revelation, stumbles across a drunkard one man parade,
man left blethering himself, fading into never ending desolence.
forever in silence.
- Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 23rd, 2020 11:29
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I never knew there was so much involved in dissolving. Well, I know now! Is the 11:11 pic symbolic?
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