Sunday, October 18, 2015

odd move


as We lighted the poem

we found out that world is solid


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