Faces

Faces stare from pages of books, torn pamphlets and bookends holding them when scriptures were burnt and them, thousand faces obliterated from beloved corners of holy lands. Faces stare abruptly like conscience, like tsunami rocking lives of the departed souls and elections weakening conviction of clenched fists. Faces stare now from the clear ink blue [...]

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stop here or gently pass

This is the barricade of our sorrow From here take not a further step To evolve or to burn Burgundy skin to black. Let this stand, crippled Like my steadfast tin soldier. Let this ocean too recede And the tides settle somewhere Where you and I cease. Let the tempest of surreal evenings Crave my [...]

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