Stray Lights
Stray lights blown through harsh, electric city pagesProwl back alley streets like hungry ghosts, lost to time,
Double figures twist within numbers tattooed on their forms
Shadows loom beneath the skin
Appearance is a ruse
Resembled to confuse
(To turn into yourself again, turn away)
No one knows themselves, (within)
Other words
Other worlds
Otherwise,
It all appears to be backwards curtained stages
Stray lights blown through harsh, electric city pages . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-05-04 at 01:48
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