Crimson sunrise
breathes another day,
lifting shadows off dreams.
Yet silent man lies in the mirror.
A vermillion visage,
a gaussian ruby,
lost in the mist of memories.
Surrounded only
by hollow years—
misunderstood.
Mirrors of lies of silent man.
An aegis apparition
of golden reflection
strafes but shudders in vane.
It's raining voices
in the glass prison—
a fortune in lies through my words.
Lie silent; man the mirrors.
The soft glow
of a mango cocoon
bound in cotton.
Wait for sleep
or after life—
for the funeral of this friend.
Man lies silent in the mirror.
Though wakes
in the waken war,
blooms beget bronze.
Trial of tears forsaken—
a change of season
waxes under a glass moon.
Home from the degrees
of inner turbulence;
beyond the life of a solitary shell.
Through her eyes, I see no more lies.
No silence of lies, but lies silenced.
A crimson sunset.
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