Send your thoughts
to the obituary of the silent echoes
carefully folded to a faulty package
expensively and dearly selected
but don’t you forget’
it has to be deadly empty
Take the step behind
the past doesn’t hurt pal
what they told you about philosophies, the karma and the chin
is just a lie
Take a step back to your thoughts
Should they be black horses
Should they be swans
with diamonds stuck on their stabbed back
Take that step
and your folded echoes
of your ego,
through the personality of the moon
that didn’t swim inside the sea
because of its shame that’s still unfree,
Is yours
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