there is a long pink road
lime trees walk its path in judgement
twists of dazzling colors
zigzag through
unclaimed silences
coaxing a belief in magic
dismantling and reassembling minds
i remove one eyelid then the other
there is an immediate
diaphanous color of red
a flimsy dimness
that shows an escape route out of time
displaying the fragmented mosaic
of my disordered mind
scarlet watches me
searching my face
trying to seek out
a geography yet to be discovered
i feel an overexposed rhythm
of alpha spirals
they collide with the colors
among the lime trees
a coca-cola bottle
smashes somewhere
I hear the secret song
played in the time of the assassins
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
there is a long pink road
lime trees walk its path in judgement
twists of dazzling colors
zigzag through
unclaimed silences
coaxing a belief in magic
dismantling and reassembling minds
i remove one eyelid then the other
there is an immediate
diaphanous color of red
a flimsy dimness
that shows an escape route out of time
displaying the fragmented mosaic
of my disordered mind
scarlet watches me
searching my face
trying to seek out
a geography yet to be discovered
i feel an overexposed rhythm
of alpha spirals
they collide with the colors
among the lime trees
a coca-cola bottle
smashes somewhere
I hear the secret song
played in the time of the assassins
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