I can hear a conversation.
So quiet, but I can hear
It as clear
As the blue sky,
So high!
So high!Who are the people talking?
One man.
One woman.
Do I know these people?Their conversation doesn't stop!
It goes on,
And on,
And on!
Until even they don't
Have an idea of the shepherds
In which they make records.The shepherds talk,
And talk,
And talk
Until there is not.They think they are foolish,
Shepards!
Shepards!
They fool the shepherds!It's clear,
I don't know.I know what they're talking about,
But what do they speak of doubt?Shepherds,
Shepherds,
I will fool them.
Just like he
Before me.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...