Merry Christmas! A friend of mine Sne S. wrote a brilliant poem and I thought I would share it on this blog. Here it is:
Dreamers...
I see what is not before me. Hear voices in the silence. The world is my reflector and the mirrors pierce my organs. Sparkling titillation.
You think of me,
Approaching-
Jagged glass protruding from each orifice
You cower
Down.
For comfort, you tell yourself.
I see.
But what of us dreamers?
Eye sockets in-verted
by glass
Do you judge our glazed expression? Think us vacant
Charmers.
This is pure
allure.
Walk around in our breath.
A child sans ploy. An adult sans image.
Very, very, veritable.
For me, for me, formidable.
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