Albeit,
to scratch
the surface
of time,
just enough
to catch self's
blurry image,
with 'you'
pouring in,
incessantly,
such an odd
shaped vessel,
of a human,
and when full
each psychic cup,
goes up, up,
transcendental
estrangement,
' life's mirage '
usually just 3,
things that multiply,
in the mind storm,
a feint disappearance,
some sort of return..
grain of conscience,
yet some of it disappears!
is that unknowing?
some final crest..
you move closer
to define scratched light,
jagged night spell,
each is it's own button,
with a dark switching,
on or off, casting each look!
This is just sufficient to and we can enough to catch the self image. The stretched surface motivates mind with wonderful beauty and perception. We move closer with light. A poet's emotion is nicely expressed in a poem. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned with much beauty. Thank you very much for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A feint disappearance returns with the sense of appearance and scratched light moves with casting look. To catch the stretch of time is really very wonderful. This poem is very brilliantly penned.