I watch a child staring blankly ahead
his thoughts soaring with anticipation
I slumber
and through my broken eyelids a small light appears then fades
Black and white
I imagine a place
a place of pure delight
under the sunbrimmed leaves of the summer trees
everything is blissful, at peace
and I wonder if these are just filled daydreams
awaiting their time to surpass my deepest emotions
and though this may not make sense
It's very deeply imbeded in my mind
The child must be daydreaming...
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Thus does the ‘Necessary Angel’ of the poetic
arrive to save the ‘Angel of History’
from dying of melancholy
in a suffocating world of ruins.
I thought it was lovely as well.
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.:hypnotech:.
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