Monday, March 9, 2015

It pins big rocks
Into running veins
Stimulus to tears

When cockatoos invent maxims
With the mist of fatigued verse

Body tightened up with
Bruises of routine wake up

We think of life as a gift
While it's only a particle
Of reality folded up into infinite
Awareness

Art

Dreams
Rebirth
It coils up into a light/darkness frequency


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