Category: /General/When the time faults, it
becomes metaphysical for me―
to write a poem in flesh and blood.
A night's terror, descends.
Buzz of an insect hovers,
until I give in.
A thoughtess invasion―
makes you unstable, when
you reach the heights, where
snow wails, time and space
A vacuum bubble expands
into a dome. You draw frescoes
in dream. The colors penetrate.
Blind landings begin.
Looks as if you were sitting with dead,
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