In the quiet
Explosion
Of the darkest time
Emerges a stranger
To itself
A vision of a filled
Emptiness
Cascading in ellipses
As a symphony of color
An arc thought
At most –
A reflection
Of potential
Of a frightened,
Innermost ghost.
February 6th, 2016 § 0 comments § permalink
In the quiet
Explosion
Of the darkest time
Emerges a stranger
To itself
A vision of a filled
Emptiness
Cascading in ellipses
As a symphony of color
An arc thought
At most –
A reflection
Of potential
Of a frightened,
Innermost ghost.
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