Activities of Spellshifter Poetry

those who see every dot in every line to the point of no return give a special meaning to the word refugee
the skies fall on them metric tonnes at a time even in their sleep with 110 dB screams right in their somnolent ears
and
they come back into the realm drowning in their own personal oceans grasping a fainting hope with one finger holding tight onto it
...

borderless lineless shapeless creatures luring in the background of every move made aware even of the stealthiest sleight of hand scurrying away when the lights come on
faceless weightless creatures mirroring every move any other being makes without assertively conveying their true purpose
but
behold the graceless mythical entities capturing the light in the eye of everything living and dying to inflict a sort of an unsuspected emptiness in the core of all victims pulling away with their electromagnetic character the end of all ends nearer to the feet of those who still dare to manifest in flesh and boredom in glamor and deep thought
...

Ignite the feathers
with the fire of your passion

let yourself flow
...