Painting a dream.
I close my eyes
i see the sun
i fathom what once had begun
for now to see is to peep into pasts
dust swirls as a ray divides its time
how would you know if it had moved
how would i know if i moved
i see myself.
eyes closed everything is red
orange,black,blue
after images of the afterlife
what is there left to feel
take my hand
brush my hair
for one swipe i might, color the light
that you wish to see. for me to take form
take on what you ve forlorn and gone
to
lastly
diminishing. In existence.
shining.
Rays of the end and less
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