Realms And Senses
We missed in a blink,
And everything happens,
Just like a click of two fingers,
The world is just as incendiary,
as matches lit,
You suddenly remember
cry for a missed face,
You stay at nights,
looking for clues,
or traces,
The world and its places,
Lapidary and coils
aware or missed,
Between cracks,
are playmates of the minds,
grinders for poetry and essentials
You're living in both worlds,
Your real and the mistakes,
Another source may give you,
This person in front you,
Or rests as fantasy,
heaven'scaricatures,
That's waiting for the next chapters
We're at mercy of our imagination,
There's some gold in-stored
or heavyweights,
here or somewhere,
that's waiting's in corners,
Ends in knowledge,
tor awakenings,
misencounters,
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