Strange

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    Strange

    What is this strange place?
    I've descended from reality
    Now relief is but a grace

    Revealed is time never a race
    Your mind becomes a morality
    What is this strange place?

    Chaos is trimmed with lace
    Brilliance touched with lethality
    Now relief is but a grace

    Comfort comes in the form of mace
    A touch is the gentlest brutality
    What is this strange place?

    Innocence has a demonic face
    Life comes only from a fatality
    Now relief is but a grace

    We are a broken vessel trapped in space
    Laughing over every spirituality
    What is this strange place?
    Now reality is but a grace

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    RxParanoia’s Poems (33)

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