Posted: December 23, 2013 in Poetry
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These words
carry no meaning
my meaning
carries the words
as it drips & drops
across each verse.

The title
a great director
directing light
for reflection
of suffering
in lapses
as time passes

The wastes of life
nebulous gasses
of dreams no more
left wandering spirits.

Perpetual flux
of language shifts
reason buried
internal rhyme.

We see no color
from outside
it all resides
inside the mind
no matter
being blind.

Here I am now
now am I here?


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