Lizzie
Belle
Bristol,
U.K
Opening
the Eyes of my Mind
Deep Secret hides a world above
a world beneath our own.
Latent truths, masked as lies
rippling rise.
Clock moves hand in hand
to the next only time.
This moment moving on
slips behind.
Fading silver strands tie us down,
bear us up,
draw us past what we
can ever know.
Remembered blades of light
piercing through, washing out.
New from this dark
our present light.
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