Stranger Close By Me

(Fibonacci)

Here

Now

Living

Purity

Immorality

Darkness, my crystal chandelier

Forgot how to sparkle in ballrooms now full of mud

Integrity is packed in soundproof boxes, shipped to the archives, sealed, wrapped in duct tape.

A re-occurring dream goes on and on and on: laughing water fountains slapping my wingless shoulder blades, as they blind me I step on life....