Cause my soul is a hibernation of chaos... Poetry
cause my soul is
a hibernation of chaos
two fingers deep
in the glove
i welcome
this passing by darkness
with open arms
and rehearsed voice of truth
but time has no roots
it's freedom
washing away
these solid parts of my world
i'm fading
like feather
like ephemiral presense
of singular ego
in debris and mires
of its curse.
