Thought Transference
Somewhere between your hollow sight,
I danced in the sparks. And only
in your peripheral sight, will
I become an apparition
of our solemn song and it's rite.
By now my feet are too scathed.
I fall to my knees, going
and enduring. My singing,
has now dissolved to humming.
Before you sensed we would part,
I created and placed swords
in my heart. From omens I
birthed out of my very soul.
I sealed our own fate, by mistake.
Within the genesis of my
psyche, slumbers an essence of
creation. Who lingers at heart.
Copyright © Aleksa Engyll | Year Posted 2020
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