Thoughts wondering within the space of my
breath and memory,
trapped in lingering stagnation.
They breath on the expunged momentum of fragmented meanings.
But when this fades all that will linger is dead ideas.
Swimming in a stench of unreflective concepts,
and this essence will keep me clouded
till they are only dust in the winds of my mind......
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Thoughts wondering within the space of my
breath and memory,
trapped in lingering stagnation.
They breath on the expunged momentum of fragmented meanings.
But when this fades all that will linger is dead ideas.
Swimming in a stench of unreflective concepts,
and this essence will keep me clouded
till they are only dust in the winds of my mind......
