Bright light, the daze,
the craze, free fall,
the rush to embrace,
BANG .... and peace.
No pain, no touch,
inanimate matter,
all love and hate,
splattered across,
bits in mud,
splashes on the wall.
Like a thirst it came,
spiralled like lust,
mesmerised he walked,
to her outstreched arms,
all solved, all dust,
empty nothingness.
His echoes remain,
for some more time,
submerging in chaos,
sublimating in minds,
dripping away,
in invisible streams.
He fades like smoke,
a gust and gone,
silence prevails,
no angels in tow,
a faint ripple,
he comes to mind...
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