Signs of her auburn hair
Her lips only touch despair
Slight bravado in her touch
Every deed she does is fair
Kindness leaves her soul
when she sees with her gawking eyes
Lives, sunrise, wars and doom
how could it coexist
She never blinked to sleep
concentration fallacy
Insomniac in the flesh
The night spoke in tears
One day she awoke
from the furore of the dark
Peace befalls in her stride
She walks with her head held high
Her eyes reflected things
The collective conscious dream
all coincidences become synchronicities
She realises the pleasures of the pain
Crown jewel on her head
bleeds her illusory visions
She keeps it on her feet
Awakens, the kingdom of her immortality
Art by Tim White
Smoke words every day. 