stirred not at all
like a wilderness of dreams
or tremulous glimpses
of awakening
the world is
mighty but solemn
invoking traitors
into the ocean
of lucidity
bitterly trembling
we're motionless
rudderless
but not artless at least
and we sigh
and sigh
and sigh once more
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Filip Čaja
Pen name: William Greco - writes surreal poetry and short stories that explore the uncanny and hidden sides of life. Mainly inspired by the great surrealists or weird fiction and magical realism authors.
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