Deja-Vu Poem by Sebastion Amarti

Thoughts are numbed at the stage,
I surrender my youth by immortalising it.
Siamese flesh strikes cold in fear,
Once more am I trapped by the mirrors edge…

Veins are sucked into linen
And sew a bed, a pulping body
And dreams bleed on pillows,
Seekers find only themselves.

Steeples as tight as noses
And as long as sight, seem to turn
And touch like pouting swords,
Threatening their own sharpness.

Prodigies will be abandoned
And lost to a father, a child's curiosity
And blessed by the water's skin,
Spontaneity is the explorer's guarantee.

Opal freckles ignite the heart
And craft it to a druse, waves are blood
And dreams combust in hiding,
I am sedated by breezes of Opium.

Despair infects wasted time
And ideas are lost, potential is thought
And liquid deviations part youth states,
And I again I stand before my self…

Thoughts are numbed at the stage,
I surrender my youth by immortalising it.
Siamese flesh strikes cold in fear,
Once more am I trapped by the mirrors edge…