Perspective
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The Warping
A dark forceWarps the landscapeContorting architectureOut of its shape Tall treesAre spun into spiralsTowers rippleAs if they were tidal Kind facesGlitch into sneersAnd hearty laughterMorphs into jeers Light from street lampsAre sharply deflectedEven the sun’s raysAre being affected A man walks the streetSo long on his ownUnaware that this forceActs on him alone Continue reading
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Hope is a Fire
I drank the fireAnd my eyes were opened The skies above me Split open like a curtain I saw the stars The constellations And saw that I had been Heading in the right direction This dark night That had drawn so close I realised was no more Than a fading ghost And coming soon Was… Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 