Dreamers - Poem by Arine M..
They, all, are occupants of bare greyness fashioned into empty cells, doorless cubes,
Do they know? - where windows are all they can cling on to
And through grimy glass and scanty light, breath held,
Behold! The world out and beyond! - coloured and alive, sang to them
They caught a glimpse of everything,
Everything that was not everything for it was but a glimpse
Cornered by the angles of the slit of their perceptions
They saw, they heard, it called, it sang, they dreamt, they soared
Each entertaining a different image; eyes glazed, envisioning, but really,
Confusing their boundaries and positions
Placing them in the world out there
Or was it placing the fragment they thought whole within a cell? their cell.
It would tear them. The cell. Swallow its weak occupant
Burdened, suffocated by the weight and dimensions
And even to the end, they never realised
The light would distil
The colours, wash off
And the songs that never die, would deafen them
They never realise
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