Eterenal fires of my mind
Sometimes they burn
sometimes they dry.
I stand watching the days go by
as the divine silence of life cries
I wonder how thoughts become cages?
Fears become reasons,
And distance occupy spaces.
The feeling of feeling nothing
brings me close to nobody.
I'm reduced to a shaky nerve
and a maskless face.
The beauty of redundancy
is visible to a wary eye.
Fears are addictive
As questions meet the sky.
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