You walk within my dreams
–> last night
a thought so near to me
and endeared to me.
but you couldn’t quite
discern me and you:
a stage like
a melody holding up
the world inside you
–a big secret wins
you over like a few
actors pacing from
shadow to shadow
too far apart. So i
stretch myself like
a shadow actor explaining
ticket tax and we live
in such bad product
: to meet my glory,
but my secret hovers
over my life to keep you
reaching like heaven; are
we dead citizenS or survivorS?
iT IS THE pulse of poetry.
:: 10222015 ::
