Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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Light cloth

Your muffled voice reflects paths of light Uncaptured by my sight. Some freckles of fear insinuates Into my mind, a cloth of light closes the gates Of the city, and at the same time Constructs invisibility, in bricks of rhyme. I direct my glance at you, but you're too near, I can't escape your fatal grip, my dear, And now we're one, my flesh, your metal, A new entity formed, a way to unsettle The morning news, with the death of a young man Hit by a car and from the cloth of light forever banned.