Q u i d a m

All the world goes blind

Let dreams come to my doom to live, 

Here in the dark lies, I say [stay] safe 

with concrete walls, this is where I turn

the key for the third time, no less than sugar

liches, crawl in the space for another flesh:

It must be another hour, I'm shut down

to the next process, I know, not why wishes

come with forlorn gloom, needs spear a vigilant

cry, what if— can you sense it? 

To perfect music, always mixing up with jaggers

beating, somewhere in other spaces, to move

your notion in another sphere, 

Words float upside down, can you feel it?

Still I dance, I dance in the dark,

I dance alone where the music runs out,

Spirits fly in leaden flakes. 

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