Voices in my head
work behind the scenes
Connectional severity
A life stretched on synapses
I think to just forget
a vial of ecstasy
Alive only in dreams
As my light keeps flickering
Follow all the fire
to the scene of the crime
Sequences on a movie screen
plays behind the sheath
The origin always evades
The end is always seductive
A fall hides in the blinking
The foreshadowing is reductive
We only battle in a safe place
The margins of forgetful poetry
Painting by Hermann David Salomon Corrodi
Smoke words every day. 
Nowhere safer to meet than in a poem😌
Also this art is gorgeous!
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I know right. Gorgeous art!
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“Alive only in dreams
As my light keeps flickering” – I love this part! The whole piece is amazing. You always beautifully illuminate paradoxes in such a masterful way. Thank you for another gem 🙏🏻🤗🖤
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Glad you liked that part. Thank you!
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Certainly a masterpiece! The last stanza is especially so powerful. Beautiful poem! 👌
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Thank you. Means a lot!
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Where is this?
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My poems for me 🥲
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