He noticed
nobody listens...
Everything ends
everything...
you are like the stirring waters of the sea,
salt-wind licks your hair and tousles it in...
Horizon is the
paradox of arrival...
The blood of whom they
worship: the blood of those they...
Imperfection is
the prove of perfection...
Fire is flaring
and moths are exchanging their wings...
Those who've tried so hard
to sweep him away by brooms...
The dawns of towns are
empowered by the spirits...
Tick-tock, tick-tock she tiptoe walked
towards my door...
Edited
How life and death...
Ever wondered, who would care,
if one’s life was taken...