Category : Poems

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Wrapped in silent as silk with air smoother than olive oil, my petals a detail of my falling beauty, the night is whispering into my eyes in a strange form of darkness, the earth that is holding me, with spaces around thin as air, as I feel myself cutting through the silent creep of time, all the premortal energies around me, the crevices of the layers God uses to move the universe, falling off space and time, I feel like a bullet cutting in water, my mind is as busy as a honey farm, buzzes of fear planting me on the path, stupefaction chaining me with fear, tones from my own heartbeat terrorize the hearing, disappearing in plain sight as
the legends, the fables of the myths, the thought about the walk ahead and behind me, I'm like in the middle of anything that may come or choose to follow me, my steps, heartbeat, breath, became a composed melody of rush, still standing in the vast emptiness that's filling, I cannot get off the extremities of nowhere, these illusions are further pushing my fears with their violent gush, the noise that is beneath the earth is only my foot steps, in this dark tangible silence, my steps, heartbeat, breath, became a composed melody of rush, still standing in the vast emptiness that's filling, I cannot get off the extremities of nowhere, these illusions are further pushing my fears with their violent gush, the noise that is beneath the earth is only my foot steps, in this dark tangible silence