The Soulful Atom

Reflecting over life through weird, crazy, ever changing, euphoric, absurd, confused and at times impartial lenses -a journey of curiosity and questions with my two alter egos.. as I try to fall out of the stagnation of instability.. or the desperate attempt to remain..

Curtained off

I'm a curtain,
Woven from the fabric of cloth, water, time, flesh and souls..
I'm a curtain,
In the brothel of an old maid
Transparent, barely there, namesake, not to hide but to allure..
I'm a curtain,
In the hotel of a wealthy dame
Thick, rich, luscious, dark, arrogantly fulfilling all purpose..
I'm a curtain,
On the face of a woman
Black and sometimes red..
I'm a curtain,
On the face of the ocean
Eating up everything that falls on my delicate body..
To carry it within the depth of my seeming innocence and peace..
I'm a curtain,
On the face of the sky
Shining, cutting through the darkness like diamonds on a dusky beauty's neck..
I'm a curtain,
For all things hidden, and of all that lie bare, alluring..
I'm a curtain,
For all your desires, and all that you fear, for all that lies waiting, for all that takes charge..
I'm a curtain,
Flimsy, stubborn
Present.

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