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This could be described as another of my "limite surréaliste" poems ~ I leave it to you to decide.

Unknown  - 03 Jun 13

Words

Wrapped in discomfort

Said in haste

As if they needed

To hurry

Clothed in sunset songs

The shining silence

Of a wordless hymn

Formed from a canticle

Of darkness

In the unknown darkness

Of an unlimited place

Where thoughts meld

And share a space

With words

Opening the dark

Shaving the moments

From the day

Borderline madness

From which truth is born

Muse is having fun with my mind ~ I rather like it.
For those who haven't been following ~ I am using the phrase "limite surréaliste" to indicate where my works are borderline surreal.