He found a new use for his hands
he tore a slice from the atmosphere...

God had taken notice of his whereabouts
he was all powerful now...

Hiding in a wall in somebody else's mind
he observed the emotion that they called 'love...

Sitting on a hill
naked and proud...

Perhaps by chance, an ode or utterance escapes
only to desecrate upon a good idea...

Laying ponderously, arms spread wide
in a field crushing flowers...

Life sits and weeps in silence
...........apart from the ticking...

Looking back demoralises
paths trodden that deserved...

Mood murders wisdom
After, returns ultima...

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My mirror mocks my image daily...

Winged mirrors carry my thoughts aimlessly
glistening crystals of sky reflecting my sombre...

Soon calling winter
Heat executes cold today...