In the glass garden

In the glass garden
of perforated night
embulated the seeping reeds my roaming vines
eyes crystallized
only now is the mating
of screeching temples
blighted by fingers reaping and
rowing the oceans of time
i am temple
i am persona.

  • butchart

    butchart

    i am the shadow of the shadow

  • RosaCobos

    RosaCobos

    Really a metaphorical essential.
    Someone to break the glass of your persona,
    loud and sound…..your voice is reaching,
    the temple of your soul.
    All the senses drunk from sounds and glory.
    Your perforated night is gothic.
    Rosa

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