All strangeness consumes me
it clings to me way beyond all compass
am I somewhat unbalanced
i suspect I know the truth about
empty chairs facing a white sun
waves of my mind unroll the
white hemmed lace of their thoughts
upon the arid shores of my being
and cause the aquatic butterflies
of anecdotal memory to appear
of white sunlit streets
of meditations on pictorial images
of ideas that spark a rain-storm
of blinding brilliance
am i somewhat unbalanced
i see imaginations, colored imaginations
that turn and twist into
impossible extravaganzas of geometry
am i somewhat unbalanced
i take my shirt of it is bleeding
am i somewhat unbalanced
i hear delirious laughter
it comes from an open window
though my shirt still bleeds
am i somewhat unbalanced
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
All strangeness consumes me
it clings to me way beyond all compass
am I somewhat unbalanced
i suspect I know the truth about
empty chairs facing a white sun
waves of my mind unroll the
white hemmed lace of their thoughts
upon the arid shores of my being
and cause the aquatic butterflies
of anecdotal memory to appear
of white sunlit streets
of meditations on pictorial images
of ideas that spark a rain-storm
of blinding brilliance
am i somewhat unbalanced
i see imaginations, colored imaginations
that turn and twist into
impossible extravaganzas of geometry
am i somewhat unbalanced
i take my shirt of it is bleeding
am i somewhat unbalanced
i hear delirious laughter
it comes from an open window
though my shirt still bleeds
am i somewhat unbalanced
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