![]() cocteau-esqueA Poem by zain danyalThe blur of time, prismatic and refractal, casts its spiraling shadow across my silo It marches, not with a military stomp, released from a bludgeoning crass rhythm, but it instead skitters around, whispering its arrival through the sudden feeling that, you are now no longer where you were That moment, feverish in its brevity, now is lost, now inhabiting a smudged part in your own psyche What can one do, when you are with those you love, and you feel the cotton glow of life cast around you And then, each second pasts and that glow becomes a brooding shade, where one can only lie in for but a moment Every moment becomes a pre emptive funeral The corpse fitted with beautiful sparkling fabric, the coffin varnished with charcoal oak © 2024 zain danyal |
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