poem #2...
Dreams in a Sleepless Night
listening to it
it smells so
fuchsia in the
scene of the crime
blindly babble
nonsense to a wall
crazed, concerned
confused about
time can be
close- still almost
no use to the brain
no use to the mind
using the ears as
it releases itself
it has done
^^big heart to jun..
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