My Ryeglass

By Strataic

It's--
A ryeglass with-
Bi-frost lenses,
Yet sight rusts
The memories.

We shiver as
Only-a-fragment
Is heard in colour.

And to peek-
Shelters
Time-travel.


This gestation of
-Mono carbonic
Feelings--

'Irrational'

When all we have is,
Waiting-
I dry wash my heart

In stained glass teeth.

To
Feel-
Less.

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Copyright 2014 Cipher
Published on Saturday, February 8, 2014.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • BloodyMercy On Saturday, February 8, 2014, BloodyMercy (64)By person wrote:

    Very simple work that forced me to analyze the depth of your word choice. It left me with a sense of anguish or despair. Very well done.


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