Thursday, 16 July 2015


Appearing quite still
Luring shadowy swarms
Notions in motions
 Unintended free forms

For they are the rivers
Pouring into our minds
Ravenous for traces
Extracting all kinds

Worlds bound in theatre
Immersed in a script
Enchantingly random
Each draft well equipped

Some dislike the converge
Laying blame on the eyes
Thoughtless blind puppets
Winning stores of supplies

These vanguards of visions
Where light fights the mind
That struggles with images
Neither cold nor unkind

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