Moving Reminders

Whisper these demons race
Through daggers that vacate
In spaces traveling through
Tumbled odysseys of illusion

No voices offered
That deals reminders
Ripping deep and slow
Making spectrums abstract

Where patterns are rich
With anger, scraping
Incisions with pulsating
Wounds across its horizon
That edges in time
-Fin-

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CortanaLain aka XELain

Weird, Dark at Times, Creative Poet Writer with bits of Flow, Spacing moments outside thru realms of Life.