The kingdoms of past’s abyss
6 April 2016
I seek art
Its twining effect
Wipes regret
White cloister
Inner beginnings bolster
I mingle with air
I am Time
Immemorial flow
Inner glow
Never blinds
The eye embraces all kinds
Of realms of glory
Wisdom speaks
But from open Heart
The mouth pale
Molded stale
Projections of shallow thoughts
Uttered unto lips
I hear Trees
Growing with new life
Beyond strife
End panic
The moves slow counter drastic
Measures of the spades
Within shades
The light grows silent
Slithering
Into sight
Fading past morrows delight
We walk on waters
Truth falters
On the brink of lies
Surging waves
Sweeping knaves
The kingdoms of past’s abyss
Their goal gone amiss
Reading of the poem :
Misterio Interlude – B Tribe
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