Art, Philosophy

The Space Before my Eyes

The space before my eyes; the background of your forgiveness.

Picturing my outer space, from your hands careless of my inner world.

Do you see my eyes wide open? my catatonic posture?

I do not walk…anymore.

I stand my ground while your indifferent and impudent estrus makes me immortal.


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