Dimension
The other side of gloom,
The other side of joy.
A huge empty room,
That you, yourself employ.
Knowing not, where to begin,
For there are many doors.
Knowing not, when it will end,
Your vision has not a core.
There is no escape to free,
The revolving tangled swarm.
Yet you turn away momentarily,
To see if it has gone.
The power of control,
The source to be adorned.
If not now with the soul,
Was lost when you were born.
It appears to be perplexed,
Confusing to unwind.
Though you might have guessed,
It’s a place within your mind.
Florence McMillian (Flo)
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