Monday, July 6, 2009

The silhouette faded sleek and elegant
Against the dark milieu of hidden reality
The figures of the shadow outlined meek
Stripes that formed shapes of knots and loops.
When my eyes are closed, my vision sees
Those lines again, shaping and reforming
Into shapes most unfamiliar
Blending itself to the depth of
A sober tune of a plaintive song
That is flowing in the arena
And thoughts, pale, white and pastel
Took a stroll through my minds avenue.
In the depths of myself a sudden gush of emptiness
Filled in when those shadows started to strangle
And even now against the dark milieu of hidden reality
Fakeness that is hidden under the hands of the
Creepy, pale, fearful, sober reality,



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