One stands, One stumbles.
One climbs in, One climbs out
One is safe, One is shut.
One is asleep, One is awake.
Under rain, under clouds.
Under blue, under gloom.
Under moon, under sun.
Under corals, off the wall.
Off the wall, at the edge of the slope.
The slope where we find you.
Three meters away, blurring in sight.
Closer and closer just to be.
Lost in sight of frequency.
From the very first point.
Written by Hillary Monica Maranresy
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Author:
Hillary Monica Maranresy (
Online) - Published: July 23rd, 2026 12:36
- Category: Reflection
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- In collections: Lost.
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Comments1
This poem begins as life itself and ends as the surreal and theoretical and metaphysical. Well done
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