Once i believed, perhaps foolishly
there'd be fountain for mi kind
for those at war with words
and worlds
striking down injustice with rhymes from corner-shop pencil of bohemiansy
what a sleep-deprived dream of youth!
I no longer believe
I've now seen myself,
racing down to voidness
in a tilt-turn window
of a throbbing night train
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 2:42 PM UTC
Once i believed, perhaps foolishly
there'd be fountain for mi kind
for those at war with words
and worlds
striking down injustice with rhymes from corner-shop pencil of bohemiansy
what a sleep-deprived dream of youth!
I no longer believe
I've now seen myself,
racing down to voidness
in a tilt-turn window
of a throbbing night train