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
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