Other

The other side of midnight

hides

behind super nova swan ride.

 

‘’No access to the inaccessible’’

just words dripping from a pen

heavily wrought in silence

 

……. & then…….

 

I wake to grey somnambulance

hibernating morning where

the traffic glides.

 

We hurry towards, then turn in vain

from open eggshell of the ‘’self’’

we touch eternity.

 

The other side of midnight hides

rings around the moon

& I am lost in the lute of winter

 

I shuffle into dreams:

What of this dream of life?

Where I’m losing me.

 

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