The Mystery of Darkness and Light
We the ones who never sleep,we like stars
painting the sky lighting up the world from dark
thoughts,in this devils hour with my eyes naked
and seeing everything thru the two sided
mirror,watch sadly when breaths and souls leave
various bodies,when the chimneys breathe and
welcome a new day,the white smoke filling the
empty sky,not only is this a signal for popes,but
new lives showering this earth,in case I never
wake,read these lines during the day knowing I
never slept writing this,voices emerging from
innocent wombs,yet in the morning some shall
be covered by tombs,life and death,where do we
go from this earth?
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