A place
where no eye
mirrors the space
your soul occupies
and emitted sounds
rush back to you
as mere echo…
A place
where memory
conquers the realm
of here and now with
its lethal legions of sights
and sounds armed with
slings and arrows of
long discarded
torment…
A place
where each day
the sun of hope sets
and never rises.
Tatul Sonentz
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