In the dimness of years we try to find love in a hopeless place, through noises and chanting and roaring church' bells it's elfin with all the witches burnt at the stake, too loud, the screams, their still sculptured beauty written all around these churches, why are they calling me out on them though? who planted a face into their one and only and lonely soulful guardian ? and who are they expecting to reply to them?
they're stoned, stuck, flustered, unreal, imaginable, Man made
Who's calling through the echoes and ages of these alter dimensions ?
What's behind a paralleled straight line on a rotten yellow paper ?
Who's turning off their lights to read through and continue to passion a curiosity out of them?
Where you at now ?
YOU ARE READING
Made In You
Poetry" I love you but you're real" .This was inspired by Suho' "Made In You" song track
