Michael Heraly


Moments Of Vision

Tracking down, hunting to catch
One moment of time before it passes
Before it changes, before it's gone
Like solids to liquids and liquids to gasses
Undivided attentiveness to the blink
Of an eye that's never agape
Blindness along with inability to think
Like dying in your sleep or an unconscious rape
Visions and dreams trapped in a box

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