Flow Of Consciousness
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THE BELOW WAS WRITTEN IN EXACTLY 5 MINUTES IN THE POETIC FORM CALLED FLOW OF CONSCIOUSNESS - Writing without thinking, like doodling on a piece of paper while on the phone
River deserted
Crows flying high on wing
Alone by the bank of nothing
With green leaves for cash
I have no way out
Caught in the mouse trap called life
All empathic and cold
Why am I nothing in a shell of pride
Why am I a breeze in the wind's howl
Why a dot on a paper
Why a circle within a circle
Why a wasteland with no waste
Deserted bank of nothingness
Only me
Myself
And me
Also I think
Without thinking at all
My mother gave me to this earth
To where I shall return
In a cloud of dust
And bones
In nothingness I was
To nothingness I go
But not believing
That that is actually the case
I have purpose within meaninglessness
I have wings of gold and silver
That no one can see
I cannot fly
Amputated and fallen
Amputated and fallen
Bones withering in storms
But breaking down to the breeze
Breezes of breaths taken and lost
Open mouths with no teeth
Blood without the color red
Blue violets turned grey
Colours of colours
And spectacular spectrums of light
Light of everything
The powers that be
Without existing
The naked eye is only naked
To protect me
From everything
From it all
The making, the process and the end
Beginning
End
Middle, is that you?
I hear softspoken words
But see nothing
Ignorance isn't bliss
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THE BELOW WAS WRITTEN IN EXACTLY 5 MINUTES IN THE POETIC FORM CALLED FLOW OF CONSCIOUSNESS - Writing without thinking, like doodling on a piece of paper while on the phone
River deserted
Crows flying high on wing
Alone by the bank of nothing
With green leaves for cash
I have no way out
Caught in the mouse trap called life
All empathic and cold
Why am I nothing in a shell of pride
Why am I a breeze in the wind's howl
Why a dot on a paper
Why a circle within a circle
Why a wasteland with no waste
Deserted bank of nothingness
Only me
Myself
And me
Also I think
Without thinking at all
My mother gave me to this earth
To where I shall return
In a cloud of dust
And bones
In nothingness I was
To nothingness I go
But not believing
That that is actually the case
I have purpose within meaninglessness
I have wings of gold and silver
That no one can see
I cannot fly
Amputated and fallen
Amputated and fallen
Bones withering in storms
But breaking down to the breeze
Breezes of breaths taken and lost
Open mouths with no teeth
Blood without the color red
Blue violets turned grey
Colours of colours
And spectacular spectrums of light
Light of everything
The powers that be
Without existing
The naked eye is only naked
To protect me
From everything
From it all
The making, the process and the end
Beginning
End
Middle, is that you?
I hear softspoken words
But see nothing
Ignorance isn't bliss
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