Other Space
Inside some other space
Wear another form
Less faces mirror frames
No one will you replace
Now is not the norm
Renaming all the names
Have been written in a hand
That is hidden in each moment cried
In shadows secret rivers silken webs
Still imprisoned as though never tried
Is it true waiting as evening ebbs,
No one will you replace
Less faces mirror frames
Wear another form
Inside some other space.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-11-11 at 21:33
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