Dare to dream, free seems the girded where sleep,
Look out a window sill, lights tip & tease ..
Out stretches the hands & where the fingertips,
Mockery of nights cajole me hence to sleep.
High & higher still, the chronicles here stay & weep,
Strange hurt, strings of wronged here the hurt..
Often shrouds the feeling-wronged at times, in angst & their bleed,
The scars stay & lightens the sparks a guilt of fire..
Blown but stays the life blinded in the seen,
Sonorous nights & the fine their weaved in treachery,
Brio burns a deepened seed, never lonely seems hell’s mystique,
Sophist & in injects of its wisdom, life connects dots..
Hallelujah & the crap the world always believes,
The crumpled sheet sees dumped another window sill!
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