Mix the color of moon dust
with the color of earth
you will find―
a fringe of untruths.
No one was left unstained.
Meltdown in harm
way begins, burning yourself―
without flames.
What was your last
awakening? I would ask
myself, waiting for a stretched
night for a long sleep.
The heartbeats miss
with every skip of god's name.
Slices and maneuvers―
become the right of day.
Unpeeling my eyes
I catch my shadow.
A naked truth weeps.
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Insightful and contemplative reflection of the world within a faithful soul. Thanks. The heartbeats miss.... with every skip of god's name. Slices and maneuvers ― become the right of day.