No-Bodies Future
Mirrors of smokey
views are the visions that I can see
This makes
the things that are not what they seem, different
Imagine the
scene in its Psychedelic light
blinding me
throughout the night
This is the
future, so unclear, do not fear
It’s not
for me or for you, we won’t be here
The next generation
will express what they feel
They too
will dream and fear the future that belongs to their children
Time takes.
Time goes; ghostly it travels through closed and empty doors.
James Larkhill
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