Thursday, August 28, 2014

Blind light - Wrong Direction

There are certain things behind the sun
where time walks slow
and crystals of garden state sit trapped
when psychology of dreams sings about
my paralysis,
about some trustworthiness that hangs on the balance
of mental forces and opposite directions. 
I certainly doubt your mathematical ability today
unfortunately if you say so.
Stop doing bad things behind the sun
maybe breathe in our follies,
there might not be any learning
about each other tomorrow
if we do not start right away.
It all begins in the eyes,
don't we all know.

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Minko said...

Even in the state of dog-tiredness that I am in, the words twinkled. I am not sure whether it's good or bad. You tell me.

Monika said...

Both actually. I don't know how to put it, I guess I'll write another poem about it.