I am but air
in this hall of-
unreason
And I am square with myself;
I am alive, I do not breath
yet, I do and I must,
see-
the light
because I am the light and so are you,
you are there in all black dressed,
to the nines in the curtain rail twirling in the background.
I don't know what it means,
that's why they call it poetry.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
I am but air
in this hall of-
unreason
And I am square with myself;
I am alive, I do not breath
yet, I do and I must,
see-
the light
because I am the light and so are you,
you are there in all black dressed,
to the nines in the curtain rail twirling in the background.
I don't know what it means,
that's why they call it poetry.
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