Wednesday, 22 February 2012


In people's faces
I can hear my voice
Fallen in silence
Few years before
Past echoes of the essence
Future ghosts of the core
Like other and the self
Differently alike
Hand in hand hating
Each other's smile.

Shivers of a mirror
Reflecting the rainbow
Pulling the shadows
In every direction
Of the Sun
Monsters of the light
Angels of the dark
Confined in one frame
That cannot hold
All the contradictions
Sharp as a knife
Shadows fleeing from the night
Outlaws of the light
Toys of the time
Moving like phantasmagorial
Not in control
Only seemingly alive.

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