Like a novel

of art -- I am her delirium
in a human's darkness
of being -- this Nothingness

our two worlds Paris
our illusions the street

there I catch my destiny
where her trance resuscitates

a mystery
a hope

our prayers

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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