Beckoning
you to come in,
It
painstakingly carves out an emptiness it claims was always there:
Tomorrow's
freedom
Transformed
Into
the uncertainties of a daily life passing away into ghosts.
Ghosts
that carve their space
To
pull you inside
To
deny you an untouched happiness they promise you on shiny surfaces
Behind
the windows' ephemeral glass
Shimmering
mirage: inside a love that will only pass.
Desecrate
its temple:
Do
not walk inside.
Turn
away and look into my eyes.
My
love bought only when you relinquish all that buys:
Embrace
the fullness by pulling away your guise.
Life
tread on water with futures unplanned:
Tell
me, have your feet touched upon these lands?
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