kristian cura


Life, A Tardy Moment

At the beggining or end, life seems to be far distant,
so far the words uttered are echoing blankly,
through the motionless lips of evading strangers.
Everywhere is dust radiating without memory ruptures,
ardently forgiving time it´s colossal reach, behind grace of selflesness.
No wisdom disturbs souls in heavenly sleep,
painted on glass, breaths disapear into the silence.
Over the edge, the keel follows,
nights flashing strokes,

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