Last night I dreamt of a pale person, Sweating, running away hysterically, There was some sort of smoke behind, Vague but hazardous shadows lurking. In the dream I saw his torn clothes, And the rush of blood of a fresh wound, Collapsed on the earth of this woodland, No sense of life! And the shadows retreated in utmost joy. Thursday, 18 th of September 2014
Age with infamous Time and a bit of coincidence, Led to the twisted establishment of rare people, Soon to become in moralities: identical, forgetful, In imaging techniques: extraordinary, deplorable, In personality: questions and absolute confusions, Many whom I have walked past; none have I met, And so I be, a person shaped into another being, These long-lasting writing have almost tricked me, No further will I generate a personality out of me, Personifying a personification I found on the streets, If so be it, me - an individual of you, quite homeless. Sunday, 19th of June 2011
Last night I dreamt of a curious person, Observing experiments on living creatures, Reporting results, taking a break, stretching, Walking alone on the desolate sand dunes. In the dream I saw the silence of time, Poisonous gas dispersed, village massacred, Nomadic chants thrown into an ancient abyss, No sense of life! And no shadow could reveal except souls in dreams. Thursday, 18 th of September 2014
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