In Disguise
.
do you hear
the poems are dying
every step
....................every breath
...................................every beat?
do you see
autumn clouds erasing
from my eyes
..................sky and earth
..................................blue and green?
do you feel
I am walking on water
not like our Saviour did
but like a goose
chasing shadows of airborne brothers
flapping wings
that will never cut loose?
do you know
the circle of winter
....................drawn by the wind
......................................in a piling snow?
do you sense
I am freezing alive...
in the puddle
....................of an empty apartment
down
below
the monitor's ice?
don't be bothered
(the poems are dying)
grab rose colored glasses
put death in disguise
.
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