The Lisping set Flames

The Lisping set flames

7 November 2015

 

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Weary is the soul

That tireless travels between

Fires and Waters

 

Icicles will form

On the tips of my eyelids

For brethren washed out

 

The fire cleanses

Shards that shifted in morrows

Between Blue and Red

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The clock stuck in twelve

Struck more than the midnight count

When spirits would roam

 

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I floated in air

Circles bound me to nowhere

As the river flowed

 

Rotating in trap

The core shifted towards more

The Lisping set flames

 

Seven spelled the days

Four and four faced the seven

Infinity flew

 

 

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Renew my essence

Renew my essence

28 August 2015

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The days leaked by slow

Decomposition of me

Like clocks that wind down

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Insanity froze

In recognition of throes

That distilled heart’s blood

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Time came to standstill

I, serene and unperturbed

Whipped up all hell’s fires

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In between spaces

That misspelt meanings of me

My words lay out bold

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I touched not the hours

Seeping through my fleeting hands

That no land could rake

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Wisps of flesh stood stark

Between the more and the core

Labyrinth of shapes

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Thoughts of all came loose

As mind floated on river

That in my heart flows

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This burden was mine

A closed backpack to open

Treasures not to keep

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Dissolve the stories

Written with blue veins’ bold ink

That had soaked me down

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Renew my essence

Carve out the undetermined

Let it now be freed

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