Midnight Squints The CandleA Poem by kealanA poem.Like the blooming of a thousand soundless symphonies comprehension cures fabric out of place.
Eyes inside the vacuum bare their gnarling thunders and the props of life implode; destroyed by fantasies of being.
Reality hunts itself and dies by reflection. Strings murmur above aeons, symbols dressed in sunlight. Midnight squints the candle of your waxen past. end kealan coady December 2015 © 2015 kealan |
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