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Hanging by her tHrEADs
Can you see it coming..?
The perceived deceits
ready to be
devoured
by a
glass-half-full moon,
truths Linked together
chaining a realization process
clanking
in anticipation of being married
to reality...
A laser beam
at the end of the tunnel
aimed at the pupil
reflecting the path ahead
off paranoid corneas...
but the only thing to wonder---
is it a power-point presentation
ready to be performed?
or a LASIK surgery
unable to restrain
from penetrating too deeply
burning and permanently scarring
a section of the brain never meant
to be caressed...
The silk can be so
soothing
when you wish only to reject it
but that fabric of
lucidity
has a way of becoming nylon
when you want it to be...
the knots
make a vow of eternal silence
to the branch,
tying the knot
as it places its ring
committing to
never turning back...
...and then 'they' say,
"the person wasn't thinking straight
at the time...
an eternity defined
by a moment of haste.."
...but after the head
of the event
is blue
and
swollen
and the capillaries
b
u
r
s
t
maybe
the blood that flows
over and from
bulging eyes
tinting tasteless happy tears
paints the only authentic certainty
of any validity...
A picturesque scene
that seems palpable
tells of fantasy...
A traumatic image
that seems unbelievable
hides,
within its pain,
sensibility...
I hope you rest in peace with a calmness in your soul this world could never give you...With love, see you on the other side...
The perceived deceits
ready to be
devoured
by a
glass-half-full moon,
truths Linked together
chaining a realization process
clanking
in anticipation of being married
to reality...
A laser beam
at the end of the tunnel
aimed at the pupil
reflecting the path ahead
off paranoid corneas...
but the only thing to wonder---
is it a power-point presentation
ready to be performed?
or a LASIK surgery
unable to restrain
from penetrating too deeply
burning and permanently scarring
a section of the brain never meant
to be caressed...
The silk can be so
soothing
when you wish only to reject it
but that fabric of
lucidity
has a way of becoming nylon
when you want it to be...
the knots
make a vow of eternal silence
to the branch,
tying the knot
as it places its ring
committing to
never turning back...
...and then 'they' say,
"the person wasn't thinking straight
at the time...
an eternity defined
by a moment of haste.."
...but after the head
of the event
is blue
and
swollen
and the capillaries
b
u
r
s
t
maybe
the blood that flows
over and from
bulging eyes
tinting tasteless happy tears
paints the only authentic certainty
of any validity...
A picturesque scene
that seems palpable
tells of fantasy...
A traumatic image
that seems unbelievable
hides,
within its pain,
sensibility...
I hope you rest in peace with a calmness in your soul this world could never give you...With love, see you on the other side...
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