Don’t worry, I’ve got it – “Shadows of Quiet and Sounds of Darkness.”
Repeats of a Surreal Reclaimed Minds
Under darkening skies, we don’t sleep. Please take me away into the glow of darkness like prey, oh Laura. The Harlem River reflects your eyes. Please don’t hold back the falling; it will interlude with the black hole. Sirens swallow the silence over the noise. The burning sun outgrew by Father Ocean. Take me home, rearrange my mind – frozen static to the riverside.
The River Manifesto is my orthodox point of view. Terra mount, plenty of beasts that follow me into the void of the stank stars. Behind the wheel, I master the art of you – ghosts-notes reading. Stay with me there forever, hypnotised by my bones in a tropical storm.
Fractured Realities
In the shadows of silence, echoes of darkness,
A river of reflections, a dance with the black hole,
Sirens and burning suns, a mind rearranged –
Mastering ghosts-notes, hypnotised by bones.
Abstract Fragmentation
Reality blends with imagination,
Simple words paint a complex heart,
Surreal confessions drift in a stream,
Echoes of a voice dreamt, feeling each line.
