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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