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24A (July 2010)
24A (July 2010)
With melodies
It prickles my blood
To suffering
To the destruction
Sunset and sunrise tell the world time, but not for me. For me time passes and life passes, even the
sands deny me knowledge of time. On my bed I escape into a world of my own, mine alone in this world
of chaos and retribution, where all tales that is soothes. After each tale I open my eyes, one lid, two lids,
one lid, one lid to find if light lies beyond the frail grills not to check time or what the world does, but to
know if I live a tale, to see if my thoughts are real, to see my old sandals bathed in filament light, to
know my real hands, to feel breath on my hairs and then to force my lids closed one lid, one lid, two lids,
one lid and on to spin a new tale.
Sunset and sunrise tell others time,