Sleep

Strange sunrise nowadays

My fibbing eyes witness

The sweet intorsion of these ray's

    Had my humanity grimace.

And lying "loves"

Yanked my soul's memory

   As I follow the crumbs

To a falsified reverie...

   Closer to death

With each spoon of broken glass

   From life's alphabet

I must be reading the wrong paragraphs.

Strange how time can mold a mind...

   Shaping a beautiful vessel;

Or a perception achingly blind...

   After all, delight and spite

Need only one heart to Nestle.

 

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Beautifully stated.

Stephen

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Thank you

Thank you