Sit in the saturated twilight
Wind down the taxed eyes
Take one rooted breath
Open the extensive world in the mind
Pale emotions locked by weakness
Only the key of virtue can open
To discharge the stout sting on the spine
Filled with warm crimson candy
Vibrant green embers release
Around the staggering brain
Like nimble mating fireflies
Lighting the brittle inner land
Feather floating thoughts
Powered by an emotion’s spirit
Each a memory; choice or inferior
Brought out again by keen thinking
Sometimes in an imprudent world
It is tough to get to a state of relax
Which clutters the memory of mind
Until that deep respiration is contained
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 7:16 AM UTC
Sit in the saturated twilight
Wind down the taxed eyes
Take one rooted breath
Open the extensive world in the mind
Pale emotions locked by weakness
Only the key of virtue can open
To discharge the stout sting on the spine
Filled with warm crimson candy
Vibrant green embers release
Around the staggering brain
Like nimble mating fireflies
Lighting the brittle inner land
Feather floating thoughts
Powered by an emotion’s spirit
Each a memory; choice or inferior
Brought out again by keen thinking
Sometimes in an imprudent world
It is tough to get to a state of relax
Which clutters the memory of mind
Until that deep respiration is contained
©2010 Paul Celano
"I really do think too much"
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