Sounding out initial pain
the voice forseen from another domain.
Separate realities search and refrain,
one escapes the midnight train.
*
Tension bites the rivers edge,
driving forceful like a sledge.
Can not the pain be pierced by thought?
Then why oh why have not?
*
Escape me shadows to and fro
let emotions come and go.
Leave them alone and they'll go home
so the story tends to show.
*
In a whirlwind clustered thought
with an echo and all I've got.
Tempt the virtues, I'm not there,
I live inside a circled square.
*
The prisms got incrypted walls.
Not for tension, not for scrawlls.
They are not there, but come again
when you can know them and depend.
*
The mist is not for everyone,
though are not some alone for fun?
Scribbling on thier vacant walls,
farther from the reach of calls?
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