The droning sound
That drains the system.
That tiger hides
In prowl amongst the foliage
Of my mind and dances
In the dreams of such
Arousing lucidity.
Oh, how those dreams
Invade the senses in
The room of droning sound
drowning all
thought, drowning
all
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 3:51 PM UTC
The droning sound
That drains the system.
That tiger hides
In prowl amongst the foliage
Of my mind and dances
In the dreams of such
Arousing lucidity.
Oh, how those dreams
Invade the senses in
The room of droning sound
drowning all
thought, drowning
all