OCCASIONAL POETRY - untitled 3

colouring my thoughts
with white spirits
one perception only
a thousand dreams to live.

i've seen the whispers
leaving my clouded eyes.
a multitude of unspoken words
that flew into the dark.

bloody oranges leaking on my feet
a thousand and one blossoms
floating in the sky
and telling me the message.

i travelled the world
all along the railways
there was an empty space
beyond the reality seat.

Athens 2010

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