I want him to have had made the right choice
in the worst circumstances, to have chosen
what seemed to be evil but for the greater good…
Mystery
i only have like two pairs of shoes
and now the left one is missing from the everyday pair
i dont know what happened to it…
When we were young,
time felt like eternity,
night felt like a mystery…
It’s just a sign,
left on a machine,
but it feels like a story…
A brass lion guards,
The way through the too tall doors…
He snuck out, slowly,
Avoiding his partner’s eyes…
A small folded note,
Dropped by the door; who’s it from?…
Gasp! A corpse aloft,
Toes dancing on air; a note?…
collision of soul with imposter
creates fort
bag through which glimpse
luminous mystery
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