mirage

I am afraid to see..the mirage...
who knows...
it might turn reality someday.....
and I will keep wandering in the dimension
where I will neither belong to sacred angels...
nor will my disgust embrace me......
silky routes to divinity..
building notions of temporality..
...my anguish...
water ..my life...poisoned with mirrors...
and I am again somewhere in-between..
where mirrors lie
and water helps you die...


-28,idiosyncratics