Divine Perception Of A Broken Mind

inside the colors swirl

a dream
a nightmare
an elegy of madness

looking thru the mirror
you find but yourself
broken

inside the colors swirl

a pulse
a rhythm
an avantgarde cycle

trying to hear your mind
you hear screaming voices
divine

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poem by Desmond Blaine
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Bonne Nuit

and the night takes all, my dear.
dreamcatcher overloaded
and you are left empty.

silence is everything, my dear.
no sounds, no touches
on your skin ivory.

and as your hair becomes alive
in light of flaming torches,
the ghosts asleep for aeons long
might on this night awake.

an elegy of night, fulfilling,
takes place of guiding hand.
beware, my child, of silent moon,
for he must always lie.

poem by Desmond Blaine
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