You'd linger here, adrift like a thought in time;
your laugh, ignited in echoes, felt...
like the wind that blew away the wail.
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You'd speak through the resonant spirit of a drum,
shivering in the eyes
like a blaze of sentiment
drowned in an unreachable depth.
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You'd appear like a flitting shadow
in a remnant of prehistory,
materializing in figures infinite –
a bogus, still palpably real.
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You'd come in hypnotic visions,
like obsessive flashes of light,
enchained by insanity
of stray souls in the dark.
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You were embedded in omnipresence,
an inexplicable entity of a phantasmic kind,
immaterial, as if nonexistent,
and still entrenched in life.
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You flared up, afloat among stars
in a sacred dimension beyond time
of the eternal conjuncture of instants.
Phantasma © Ladanseuse
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