fascinate.
to be shade cast by
the forms of mortal men.
the light cuts around my body,
revealing evidence of times
before my presence.
it fascinates.
or am i ghosts?
without a revelation
walking a moving line.
and when the comatose
is finite i will remember
important details,
or will nonsense
be my explanation?
all out lives are lies,
and when it’s conscious,
we’ll be dead.
Bows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air Feather cannons…
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I have been blind, unwilling To see the true love you're giving I have ignored…
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