Silky layers of powdered dust settles
and in my mind new faces, places, swirl
Deep in my thoughts where the winding path tumbles
and the white roots wallow in winter's grasp
Swimming eyes pull at the strings of the heart
recording the soft harmless dust as it falls
Endlessly gathering moisture that’s cold
shivering foil reflect no self-control
The space between my eyes and shoulders
where my soul and heart should be
Deep in my knowledge that the veil will hide
the silent words that I wish to say
Swimming in shattered windows of the soul
drowning are the eyes that remain neglected and empty
Isolated pupils red and swollen like coal
rung round them lies rings of pure envy.
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oh I very much remember this one! it had such depth to it I thought. I truly enjoyed reading this the first and second time
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