Saturday, February 5, 2011

2018. MY MINDS ARE BROKEN

MY MINDS ARE BROKEN
I'm at the point where I've reached astral ends,
my minds are broken and my heart amends.
These are quality things, of which I must be aware:
the signification, the edification, the purpose I wear.
Looking up, the false full moon I notice it throws its
cloak over doom - the light and its shadow, the halves
of each other, duality soon. I shrug and I wander.
I've left that room.
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Place my hand in the ether - a wide-open sky,
darkness and blemish. I wonder not why.

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