"obnubilates" poems
We live in lives full of lies,
Everyone.
A few words that sleep beneath your rough, cold skin, waiting.
Waiting and watching as your world changes colour; obnubilates and conceals the white.
All the while you are oblivious, too caught up in a web contrived of pure mystery.
Woven by predujicious circles of black.
Did you hear that?
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC