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Above and yet below

Tell me what it was like above the snow...
Where the sun and the rain would shed light and ripples
On the softness of water lilies and disclosed worlds;
On the fair featured faces mirrored in a steel of harm's way...

Or was it a pillow of feathers I wonder on the duality
Insanity or reality, the-never-one, the-never-wed,
But quite...deceptive in their ballroom perplexed with doll strings
For us streamers.

For neither your voice can I recall...there are voiceS now
And I'm deaf whether your thoughts would look for me,
With your hands reaching, your tears preaching, still...
Your feet follow me but I am gone once again – streamed out.

The clock ticks with surprise...diligent in condolences
For I am no longer able to stop...the time I am given.
The sheets shrivel and curl...fragranced with old epiphanies
For I cannot oblige the nightscape and leap.

Trapped in shape, form and ... worn out expressions
With words and close captioned urges – bubbles within bubbles,
With insanity or reality, the-never-one, the-never-wed,...
Waiting for you to tell me what it was like above the snow...

Above and yet below

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