Poems from Mateos
Growing till the world collapse,
A rim of small seams are not quite seen.
The roses around the garden can hide in their scent so well....
Mountains will carve out the holes from the stroked blue.
Waters smushes the perfect outlines that marks one’s wasted time.
As the hues...
Sturdy notes glide down the stairs
Landed behind the door that marks BRAIN.
A shuffle so query seen behind thick lens that are not clear...