The Liquified

Bruised knees are signs of stray
Couldn't save ourselves from the fake ray.
Forged masks of the good kind
Fall apart when contracts stop to bind.
Ugly images flash and remind
They are all of demons in line.
Trembling stun of unseen nights
We were fenced all our lives
That Present,
Black and Blue, our eye sight
A hate, we see
Felt less we shall be.


As clocks work their job
A Tick by tock,
This Present,
At a distance we saw another flock
Their warmth, our way walked.
How do you deny the feeler
of kind souls and more?
With the lure of real but new,
We stones shall melt
well,except for a few.

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