paying in sanity

Painting a dream.

I close my eyes

i see the sun

i fathom what once had begun

for now to see is to peep into pasts

dust swirls as a ray divides its time

how would you know if it had moved

how would i know if i moved

i see myself.

eyes closed everything is red

orange,black,blue

after images of the afterlife

what is there left to feel

take my hand

brush my hair

for one swipe i might, color the light

that you wish to see. for me to take form

take on what you ve forlorn and gone

to

lastly

diminishing. In existence.

shining.

Rays of the end and less

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