Phantasma

 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