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Sozokai — Dazing wisps
Published: 2008-10-24 19:39:28 +0000 UTC; Views: 172; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 4
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I hear the rhythmic, tapping nails,Against the wooden table-plate,
And in a trance I think of trails,
Time that slashes through them straight.
The endless rapping of those traces,
Wakes the dormant dullness in me,
Constant pulses, ether-faces,
Fading mind like water free.
A half-asleep piece of matter,
Laying on the chilling table,
Feeling ages passing better,
Graying eye to see unable.
Drunken, dazing dream, now swirling,
‘Round the room and ‘round my soul,
Keeps me going, in life twirling,
Shaking, sleeping, waking role.
The only things that I can feel,
Are gentle, flowing wisps of air,
Wondering if this world is real,
Through my numb and weaving hair.
