A poem.

My head is split apart

by a silenced hammer

while dreams are trickling

out of a wound denied

I become drawn

into the movies

and the city stops

dead in its tracks

fused with shadows

I am suspended

beyond wishful

thinking and

humanistic fictions

inseperable

against the unknown

I’m bleeding out

the flow

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