SvengaliA Poem by DominicA story about seeing whats been there.
Certainty.
Day to night, and night to day. What occurs what will come, what should be done. Its's been played over before us, simulated to us, shown to us. Are the eyes so blind we can't see whats there? turn away, run from the stare. If it is all the same, then break from the fatal game. Escape for the prey. Gone, away. Certainty, Day to night, and night to day.
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Added on December 4, 2020 Last Updated on December 4, 2020 Author |