Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Tattoos of time


You magnify your layer
To a closer view
Wearing all it's atrocities
With pride
Like tattoos of time.
The silver rhymes.
The waves rave over your face.
And you try to create
Yet another maze.
This time showing
The inner confusion
Outside.
Alas! The world
Still considers it
A mask!
Only a hard layer below
Is the soft crush
The real flow
That is not devoid
Of moist my friend.
That is still warm
Unlike crust so close.

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