let the velvet shade of twilight’s touch
melt into the oblivion of darkness’ greedy palms tonight,
for the restless recipient
 that it is only a conditional gift of time
and that this gift is to be reimbursed
when the unfolding commences,
like a hatching shell
which begets the birth
of an unprecedented dawn…
as such,
life exists like a lingering reverie,
trapped incoherently
into infinite folds
of hazy perception
and momentary lapses
of inhibitions
whilst the forgotten soul,
that continues to dream silently
into the lingering darkness,
sleeps blindly
inside this shell,
believing existence
to be naught
outside the pantheon of
deductible gods
and mismanaged logic

(Visited 35 times, 1 visits today)

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *