Poetry For Everyday People
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I stair up
at the bright sun
for as long
as I can
then I stair
straight ahead
and all I see
is glass
a mirror without
reflection
a blueish gate
of invisibility
fading as my mind
reaches
I can smell
lilac
amongst
the angels
feeling hard
cold
perfect
in a dream state
imagery captured
within dark halls
where light explodes
with every beat
of my heart
and memories
fade as if
for a moment
a psychological
cleansing has
occurred
flying high
far
beyond
the four walls
the roof opening
and I glide
wings fully
extended
all the neons
flash
pain
non existing
this magic
ride
this savor.
at the bright sun
for as long
as I can
then I stair
straight ahead
and all I see
is glass
a mirror without
reflection
a blueish gate
of invisibility
fading as my mind
reaches
I can smell
lilac
amongst
the angels
feeling hard
cold
perfect
in a dream state
imagery captured
within dark halls
where light explodes
with every beat
of my heart
and memories
fade as if
for a moment
a psychological
cleansing has
occurred
flying high
far
beyond
the four walls
the roof opening
and I glide
wings fully
extended
all the neons
flash
pain
non existing
this magic
ride
this savor.
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