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All lost in the maze,
shut eyes create labyrinths
where dark monsters gaze
upon innocent blindness.
In darkness fear usurps light.
shut eyes create labyrinths
where dark monsters gaze
upon innocent blindness.
In darkness fear usurps light.
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This poem started out as a Haiku commentary on WITH EYES CLOSED by*chryssalis
To do the subject justice, I decided more was needed, so I added a couplet to create a Tanka.
You can see the deviation at full size here: [link]
To do the subject justice, I decided more was needed, so I added a couplet to create a Tanka.
You can see the deviation at full size here: [link]
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Fear usurping light is a frightening notion!