Blood shed. Exquisite. Good for something? Nothing stops the stranger within the own mind Through the delusion the eye is seen somewhere A new beginning Is it? The disillusion of the clock still ticking – inconsistent Behold fate for the moment but lose it in time Time swallows Selective Try to resist time, to put it back into its shell but the top won’t close - A shadow only needs a tiny chink The plot is thick, the mind embarrassed – will be forever © by Elleke Bosma 2005
