When I speak
I seems to fly
against reality.
So in my mind
collapsed imagination
time under the voices
song and gravity tongue
despite of love.
An equal soul
remains my feeding
track and this mind
spark turn in the shape
of dark sources called life.
When I speak
I get the sky
inside of me
to reach the horizon
above my feet
beneath the strong
denied build off
this shiny true
will always fall
into the inner deepest
dream of all
the meanings I shaped
when I’m being alone.

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