Stuck in this moment
my gods and yours
faces dry uncharted lands
poetic souls deaf and mute
life riddler on the farthest shore
healer lived right next door
non believer for the first thought
and second
and third
poetic souls deaf and mute
feelings misaligned with words and deeds
give forms to a silhouette
making shadows on the foggy floor
infinite jockey and the rotating square
in search of time
softness, crudeness, thought and mind
deceiving self into the other
dreaming into ever more
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