Ever walk down in mind's caged door?

memories float with mist and dew, crash and collide,

And taste: red lips rippled in the churned ice, fruitage of velvet sears

through the soundless muffled scream.

It hurts when the night ends with parallel grey world,

with overaw'd gaiety, you're chucking down shuffled blaze & frost.

Joy of grief, relief of coys.

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It's devastating to strife & think, whereas the cloudscape

were supposed to float along, yet the outstretched hands

couldn't find streak in between, golden lyres

swiftly glide, even poet's eyes failed in silver slides—

You live a dream within another dream,

Grief pours in a bright jar, you walk in the end so far

brewing lustre, falling stars: dimly seen.

— 2nd July, 2023