2 Star Motel #4

Between the threads
of time and space,
where nothingness resides;

An empty catacomb of prayer.

The echoes
of a faceless
bride, transcribed.

An annihilation
of particles; seismic
shifts & an oracle’s
propaganda,
make me drift
in thought:

Where eyes are
clean with tears,
and folds in time
and space bring back
deceased memories.

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Between the threads
of time and space,
where nothingness resides;

An empty catacomb of prayer.

The echoes
of a faceless
bride, transcribed.

An annihilation
of particles; seismic
shifts & an oracle’s
propaganda,
make me drift
in thought:

Where eyes are
clean with tears,
and folds in time
and space bring back
deceased memories.

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