..a cutting edge
I drown in it
Cause to see this gem
          Then feel this slight
   Is hard to right.

He hides one face
till there are two
then placed the lie
between two truths.

I'm higher than
the obvious.
I'm underneath
your point of view.

I'm higher than
the obvious.
I'm underneath
your point of view.

So insipid,
i will feign this,
indisposed to,
my reflection.

So insipid,
i will feign this,
indisposed to,
my reflection.

My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.

My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.

I'm underneath
your point of view.
I'm higher than
the obvious.

I'm underneath
your point of view.
I'm higher than
the obvious.

My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.

My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.

I look and i spread wide
Connection established, i am in your mind

I see lust and lonesome , i understand
I see jealousy and greed , i understand

I am sad. What have become of woman and man?

I don't back down in front of your mediocre thoughts
You lack of soul , you lack of trust

I open my eyes, and i rise
There is only one answer, no need to analyse

It is a vicious network, i am omniscient
I live and capture it, this pure moment

Spending my days aware, i am everywhere
I combine intangible layers

I am here , will you ever notice?


Words Of Harfouchism.

She's all Spring and Summer
                Strength
         and words of shelter
He's all maps and formlines
                    waits
        in wings for Springtime

Take these tattered ghosts
                    from their trenches
ink-smeared, tethered tight
                      to the depth curve
Autumn only waits for the silent
                       ones sometimes.

"If their voices chase
                   out the brisk months,
quiet those windy wights
                     with a new song.
Autumn only waits for the silent
                      ones," she said.

In 3/4 time
the distances unwind
so swiftly
Afterburn of quiet nights
                      glows, fading.

He's all sovereign anger,
               righteous, stiff
                      but twisting
She's all cavalier, now--
               cat-quick through
                   projections

Past the legends,
               rose our directions
Keyed to Winter's
                 dumb introversions
Years just spilling over the levee's
                         prescribed edge.

With their weathered ghosts
                           in the trenches,
tired-eyed, tethered tight
                          to the map's edge
Autumn only cares for the silent
                             ones some days.