Silky smooth visions
Of the night,
Lost among the
Forbidden memories.
Closed up behind
The quiet veil,
Swirling in a
Vortex of lies.

Yet they are more,
Just like paintings,
Where vast meaning
Is held, unclear;
Where there is
Motion amongst colors.

An ever expanding
Contained in
Cacophonic odes,
Stories that have
Double meanings,
Relating to the

I am ensnared
in this trap.
This confusing,
Mystic trap.

~Jonathan George


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