QED

poesy

the wager

what sobers the mind in trivial act
a devil’s song leading one towards
doom and under false spells lonely souls
interact and remain as they are
malnourished.

we walk beneath leaves
and the pulse of nervousness finds
only true strangers of mist.

as the light of morning censors
hope delimits the tremors
of tomorrow.

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