soothing waves
went past through
candid photographs
on January nights
as the bare walls fall.
the memory of every shade—
every transition,
keeps going back
to the place
where the wandering minds
are free and accepted.
formation of the saline
flame flared
on the stranger's vintage skin,
thunderstorm
and rainfall fell
as poison and blazes.
profound faces
with heartbeats attached,
nothing but a feeling
to disregard;
sensations neglected.
—MLD | 01022021
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Artifice
PoetryMy question marks were never caged but they always find ways to conceal their images and trick the pachydermatous spectator with artifice. Maybe, certainty can be Socrates listening to the mixtape in my closet? Maybe uncertainty can be me withou...
