Invisible
I,
Nearly someone;
Variegated to blend,
Inside, where it’s safe;
Sanctuary, in my reclusive folds.
Intrigued, by my distant, anonymous voice;
Bastard to those who so remain untied;
Languishing desires, desperate to touch the willing soul;
Evolving into the most perfect plane of elusive transparency…
Invisible!
bluskyinthenite commented on Invisible
04-06-2010
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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