alien (nation)
alienating myself
from what future corpse
i might be
fleeing myself
from this masochistic murder
of the self
and from all wicked nature of men
a midway warning
to a defiance of being
restless places
where you reborn, shredding the skin
as old as their values,
as hollow as their faces
no valuable lightness
is here to bare
no truth it seems to be
at our pace
seven folded tales
of the untold dream
are now revealed
torments of such great solitude
i embrace,
where faith and order fades
the prayers unreal,
earn
a god's lending hand
that never feels
furthermore, in a devil's lore
they claim
disorderly in vain
that our romance is new
but our hurling flame
day by day
tightens
like an
ancient morning dew
tracing
to here
where you stood
in shame,
shortage of wings
only the fury wirling
through
those vessels
brought by
torment
it beckons the essence
lost
in promises of faith
made by
a stranger's prier
in native soils,
the riddles of this earth
unwinds
the weight of silence
a shortcut
to emptiness,
across
empires
of consciousness
unraveling
the true
only inspiration
you can have
an offering
to a resigned
alien nation
in all it's might
perform the play
you' re alive
greet the hours
from the horizons
that through a limbo
marked the flesh
out of our space
haunted
by delight
still restlessly
we aspire
to go now
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