7:30 am
windows
letting
through sun
must get out
and play
or just to
walk
in its rays

The body of evidence
lays lonely
hidden from sight by the endless and timeless and unless I'm mistaken
ready to be taken in the hearse to the home where all evidence lies gathering dust.

Black mouths
Running down the walls
They gather here
But no one cares to see them

A dead worm sinks through the crust
And blood wells in

Where? Where? Where?
Shrinking to the bone
Where? Where? Where?
Kafka on the shore

Concept: I stop quieting the bird in my heart. She is singing with joy and as she spreads her wings they unfurl from my back. We fly away together. We are both free.

~~
Hidden truths proof the match
When the forms of moon seduced
Beautiful takes further inside
Catch the charms of the earth

Transforming the forms
Cracking in to another
Growing in to others
A form of meditation to move
The Sage to God,
Will be the poet of eternal span

Poems would be the forms of pictures
Be moved to the rhythm of
The waterfalls, rivers, seas-
Would be made of a ****** horizon
Thinking of man's divine desert

Where exists a timeless love,
An infinite light,
As if a celestial tension of stellar
Can take them away from
The center to endless

The known world,
The days whole games of yours and mine
Would be over
Could be broken down all days and nights
Off course be moved from the enchanted earth
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen