Poem: Illusions
By Gabriela M
cemeteries
open tombs scream flesh and bone
yellow
multiplication of sunsets
space and time
sink in nervous equations
illusions of an unknown speed
a crow gets strangled in a myth
a morbid verse hangs on a cross
among us there are those who’ve never been
I do not know why you love me
for I am only
someone else’s dream
You are doing very great oh great one.
sometimes we can be so transparent to the world, your words give weight to those silk screen souls, beautifully composed G
I love this! Great imagery.