Bleeding Ink #1053

Watch the water 

Fill these rooms 

The cities 

The sunrise 

Pass the past 

The years gone by 

The words I’ve written 

Laid out to die 

Life and death 
Come hand in hand 

Mixed with all the other sands

You will find 

the extraordinary 

With the familiar 

A few feet from your room 

There she lies 

The erotic 

The unseen 

The new 


The familiar 

The illusion 
Of what we have here 

Folded between 

The lie of certainty 

Life and death 

Come hand in hand 

With all the other sands 

We didn’t die suddenly 

We died slowly 

Breakfast to lunch-

Day by day-

Little by little-

Until the hours turned to minutes-

And we were left with the check-

Try to leave it all behind 

All the less 

All the truth 

All the shadows 

All we leave behind 

The rooms filling with water 

Let it be enough 

What kind of writer 

Am I?

What kind of lover?

What kind of human ?

Cover to cover 

Change will come to you 

It’s just outside the room

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