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Feb 2015
Fluffy dripping carpet
scarlet red and aware
yellow flowers appear
and disappear.
The sub conscious
like formless cement
liquid metallic taste
intricate intravenous
throat tube salad.
I have
have you?
The human mind
licking the nebulas
sweeping the galaxy
warm muck mesh.
Questions swim
like immature tadpoles
in the pond
of being.
We live to dine
with illusory confusion
she always orders
the most expensive wine.
Thoughts come and go. Being here is enough.
Darren Brown
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