Colossal footprints, laden of
Treasures that maroon within..
In this world of mine’s,
A rift is silent to a sheen.
What we lose is what we give,
To some..another blooded inch.
I steer to a glass pane,
Wherein my window opens to a world’s game,
Where walks my steps with cared traipse,
Am I streaming sights?
Is my nadir visible to passerby’s?
Dusted winds where no longer fly,
Hunt for hide..my skin where is mine’s.
a watch glass leads me its sights,
surrounds of all I’ve ever lived by,
If I chose I would be a inhabitant still,
Dopey me-in a world lost, I would die.
But all it takes is a jump of faith,
A flight of fall that has no weight,
In silent deeds & withering dreams,
Whereby lies a phantom of life, my other side’
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