Hyperreality

‘Yet how can she hear my truest¬†voice,
If all the beauty are¬†mine alone?’
In a wasted world of fluttering fears,
the flares of a gaze shall hollow your bones.

Against nature and reason our hubris guide,
behind a veil of pretences our frailties hide;
your virtues shall by your comrades abide,
true light shall eternally in darkness reside.

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Published in: on 21/07/2018 at 10:51 PM  Leave a Comment