Invisible Import

The space had a scent. 
In stunned silence, I will 
speak my mind. 

More was less. Nothing 
stirs, the raging pyre. 
As if the poverty of thoughts had ended. 

The happenings, splinter 
the dream again. Sun steps out 
from the black clouds. 

You find yourself 
interpreting the propelled blaze, 
sleeping amidst the mirrors in dark. 

The bondage jumps the 
boundaries. I am your only 
dilemma. I never speak in whispers.