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My sleeping mind cannot contain                                                        {the horrid images of waking life} All that my waking mind soaks up                                                         {sponging filth from gutted city streets} Dreams turning into lucid experiences                                                               {the hypnotic effect of being drawn closer to a blade} All colors, sensations too intense to categorize                                                                           {molded into a colony of unthinking, unearthing drones} Wind down inside of me                                         {boiling tornadoes raging from the depths} Concentrated awareness of my subconscious obliviousness                                                                                                 {the benefits of obsidian isolation} I wish that I could weave them all together                                                                      {the stitches at the seams are wearing thin} Like tall grasses woven into baskets                                                           {like scythed grasses cut down by rampant Monsanto} Strong, unbreakable, able to withstand the heavy weight                                                                                              {pressure baring down on fracturing ribs and shoulders}                                                                                    Of my spirit                                                                                   {i feel alone} Instead I leak through the seams, tear through edges                                                                                        {leaving me tattered in a massacred pattern} Five am cannot keep me                                        {six am will never know me} My thoughts scatter                                  {my mind dances with madness}                                                                             Drifting in and out                                                                           {drifting in and out}
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 10:27 AM UTC
Insomniac[s] Rant[ing] (with Brook Ilges)
My sleeping mind cannot contain                                                        {the horrid images of waking life} All that my waking mind soaks up                                                         {sponging filth from gutted city streets} Dreams turning into lucid experiences                                                               {the hypnotic effect of being drawn closer to a blade} All colors, sensations too intense to categorize                                                                           {molded into a colony of unthinking, unearthing drones} Wind down inside of me                                         {boiling tornadoes raging from the depths} Concentrated awareness of my subconscious obliviousness                                                                                                 {the benefits of obsidian isolation} I wish that I could weave them all together                                                                      {the stitches at the seams are wearing thin} Like tall grasses woven into baskets                                                           {like scythed grasses cut down by rampant Monsanto} Strong, unbreakable, able to withstand the heavy weight                                                                                              {pressure baring down on fracturing ribs and shoulders}                                                                                    Of my spirit                                                                                   {i feel alone} Instead I leak through the seams, tear through edges                                                                                        {leaving me tattered in a massacred pattern} Five am cannot keep me                                        {six am will never know me} My thoughts scatter                                  {my mind dances with madness}                                                                             Drifting in and out                                                                           {drifting in and out}
normal: brook [http://hellopoetry.com/-brook-ilges] italicized: bk original: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/insomniac-rant
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May 5, 2012 at 10:27 AM UTC
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