Dark Glasses

Like vain repetitions filling the shape of a dark glass
Created eyes searching for a glimpse of a world inside
Germination stirs forming roots searching for sacred waters
Time to live out an incredible fiction not seeing the unseen
Presence that is in essence of all that is
Of mortal conditions walking blind still this too shall pass
Like vain repetitions filling the shape of a dark glass



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2025-10-17 at 03:18

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