Prying borders
put them in trance.
The glazed-over eyes
are oblivious of the wind
scathing my senses
If only in silence
you can see the spirit drifts.
High and mighty
balloons when pricked
are just minuscules
like dust consumed
by earth's void.
when strands of words
spiral in Zigzag course,
I hope in the midst of chaos
the space between
us will dissolve,
for without an image,
the observed and
observer can blend.
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