In the mist of certain,
I stand alone,
Fathomed me: none,
Am i that why?

Espy: beneath,
Beautiful i feel,
I know the Death you create.
For i feel, beneath.

We stand together,
Again in the mist,
Mist: lifeless breath,
Speaks to unsaid.

Lived in ellipse,
But: fire dies,
Removed i am twice,
By the sorrow of joy.

Whiskey soul,

Antidote voice,

Bee, dark, : divers names,

Death it is in a midway.



I write what i see, and feel what i breathe. Poetics, Realism is what i bathe in. Hope do i not that you see my words than just read?

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