Sunday, August 15, 2004

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Eyes in the city
Powerful surroundings
Dreams in gray and blue
How insecure
The same sky
Here and there
Just in one day
Spinning reality
Stories of the untold
Unfold
Threefold
Distorted, disturbed
Echoing
Phoebus
As if my tongue could muse
In fascinating silences
Terrified
O'er cups of coffee
And electronic smiles
Daring into the light
Drowning into the sight
Cut onto frames
Clinging onto bottles
Such a struggle
Myself a battle
Spaceless
In blank pages
Underneath
Untold
We're all made of glass
If all this may just pass?
......Remembrance...

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