I was a shadow that sneaked upon the twilight
A glimmer of consumed images.
Neither seen or guessed upon a mirage on a fluttering
Of eyes lids concealing with each foreboding closure
Of what is really seen.
I weave in the afterimages of conceived vision an echo
Of what and is their but never recognised for what
Is if noticed ever really seen.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
I was a shadow that sneaked upon the twilight
A glimmer of consumed images.
Neither seen or guessed upon a mirage on a fluttering
Of eyes lids concealing with each foreboding closure
Of what is really seen.
I weave in the afterimages of conceived vision an echo
Of what and is their but never recognised for what
Is if noticed ever really seen.
