The Mind's Blind Eye

The delicacy of smoke unravels into rivers of gentle flows.

Oh! How the appearance resembles that of a shooting star in broad daylight;

A could have been, but never caught, it rows and rows.

A silent scream in an ice cold summer day, most artlessly corrupted.

Flaming embers within my mineral heart are the same coals used 

To drown itself in poisonous ashes. Vain by vain, left in agonizing vain.


Until life from a soulless nature resurrected the exploitation it had made;

Generating my shattered light and made pulverized embers visible again.

Day by day, sole night by sole night. And so the traces were spared to subjugate

The soul-decaying memorizations to unlock the purity behind the mind's blind eye.  


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