In your eyes I saw
The old mechanisms,
The clockwork spinning
Brass bands of cosmic looping;
Ticking away orbits around a tiny speck,
an ember among the coal.
In that sun spot beneath the flare
I saw my soul drowning in despair
But before I turned away, I felt the heat
And breathed in deep, grabbed your hand:
Scorched
But I felt it. Feeling. Just that.
That was the life I never lived before
I never left.
But I'm leaving now, the cold darkness
Of my own lifeless irises into the luminescence of your eyes,
Into the spin
To finally live again.
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoesíaThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
