Twined into a world of vivid opacity
of everlasting imprints and pathways
with no change of mazes but of faces
is a creature dreaming coloured dreams.
Knee-deep in escape
accepting any theory
real enough to oppose reality
is a creature living not with the living.
A creature crushed by second thoughts
A creature tossed into metamorphosis
A creature sailing away with time.
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Poetry"I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. it has a quality and a dimension all its own." - Chaim Potok.
