Night, like serpentine illusions of bygone days,
like misguided perceptions of love and hate,
like mirage visions of kinship and bloodline
wrapping the eyes in thick darkness,
the mind returns to soul,
a yellow glowing flower …
"flood me like a lone streetlight amongst the darkness"
wings that were wrapped around in
habits of silence and smiling;
a shade to rest, but shade like shadow
a shadow around one's existence,
heart makes the simplest things so damn complicated,
one high pitch truth and many fake sounds died;
spread the wings, a sky in wait,
the fluidity of your presence like
the meaning of existence
like my invisible wings of truth;
as in the womb, I dream light, a yellow glowing light ... .
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