A new ray

I am a mere
of my mere past,
my mere present,
and the furure that begins
with the mere next moment
of mere life,
that is a mere of my breath

a mere,
that hides faces,
of mere dreams,
of mere cut apart
pieces of mere dreams.
mere they are
that live...mere..
like her mere heart,
her mere dreams,

mere her
what she knows
what she holds
is mere nothing
empty fragments
folded parchments
of meres lines
not of ink
but mere time

and she if was a resurrector
was just mere...nothing
with
merely a heart,
mere dreams,
and every moment on
she is more mere...

her mere story
of her mere heart
now he knows
is just mere...nothing
no love
no hate
no sweetness

only mere feelings
that dont touch her
only a mere past
that brings mere nothing
and she knows
merely she passed
being just a mere...
love that was thought
for a day was... mere

a dusty past
bending over
to merely force
nothing else
but a mere a day
a mere night
that merely brought her here
and mixed up
like mere..salt and pepper