Walk Out
Proof: a bedazzlement in disguise;
Proof: what's watching your eyes, as you realize--
what are people?
Shards of an astronomical figure approaching as the gentle invocation of the breeze, succeeds
She, the flowing message, in silent company, paints the motion picture of a milliard broken mirror poses
That glitter at the height of the falling of the day
As walking flesh
As dancing mezme-resemblences
That dash!
Past the party’s alarm-throttle instrument;
Churning, from panic in a torched sky
To the shadow figure that was catching our flight
In our glass figurine
Where all is
Music,
Awander inside
Copyright © Zhian Mostofi | Year Posted 2012
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