Sunday, October 18, 2015

odd move

odd


as We lighted the poem

we found out that world is solid


move


table dreams remain pure moments

as the whole area shapes after our darkness

Look at the shadows of my prose

they underline skeletons


around waking i see them as dirty rugs distorted

as doors to the known world - mere sketches

they are more logical - and move. for themselves


see my memories, they are concrete

Click live now


We - like shadows

fold up disfigured Shadows