dripping thoughts act XXXXVI (Glass)
EmotionalThe clock strikes midnight
endless words forming what seems as a fairy tale
so far
and so old
I can't remember when i used to believe in them
let alone reality behind
glass slippers
what is happening to the world
watching footprints of pumpkins
and they follow them
as if by far
it is true
to false a way around
what seems as a never ending story
behind glass slippers
at the strike of midnight...
The mad man wears no mask
shredding skin beneath skin
hope tickets a way, away
and all is clearer
once we realize
that
glass is glass
and
sight is the same
no matter what
lies in between...
...
The mad man wishes you a terrible night
live from behind glass slippers...
(((O)))
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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