Popadantsy
here now to no where in a
vehicle of mist
elsewhen
in a time
where the sun sets
inside the earth
you have not been wounded in a while
the eye
of the spiral exterior
of the storm and the stars are engines
of time
release the night you hide in
the dark afar you
wear like a hat in the light
lest the sun
bleach matter
space is a mirror and the heart
is a haunted reflection
time is lore
non-local
an Aleph
dripping through splinters
between dimensions
you are not supposed to be here
everything happens for a reason
kealan coady
Mon 13th May 2019 09:30
Thanks lads, those are lovely comments to wake up to, I really appreciate you taking the time ? thanks again