little time
stayed in positon
attacking with fierce blows
had no choice
grimacing
was more miserable
to flee with.

so called life
in the shape of wonder
lost among the clouds
in the
shadows of secrets
lighting up like angels.

blood like raindrops
across his shoulder
nasty dreams
they stab the moonlight
flawed silence is
afraid of progress
audacity harboring precarious broken
doors

to such
no stranger would hope be
discovered with inexperience
caused by a shattered everything

soon the world goes rigid
but it matter not to his unsmiling eyes
for they
darted from a knife to a box of darkness
and there too was beauty in gathered dust.

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