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Inexplixit (knot)

  • Maya Weber 
  • 1 min read

Their breath, goes somewhere yours cannot
Their eyes, closed to us but always wide open

Their dreams, becoming a deep foggy void
everything is known, yet unacceptable

Their emotion, dragging another knife
across a loathed reflection

another shard from a bleeding mirror, as thoughts never are
frozen in ice

Their lives, bowing to invisible dictators we can’t see with open eyes

Our lives, stuck in reality, blinded by what we are,
oblivious to,

Turning to stare them in the face, but blinking it aside,
to escape to the comforts we have,
unable to look past our simple principles,

for we are the ones with no eyes.

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