Fragmented
Fragmented
By Nathan Hannen
In this gentle dream I glide through sleepy air
On through what is right and the devils lair
With no realization of time as a constant amount
The idea of reasoning, Paramount
Paralysed by the inability to see straight through black
Beautifully protected though in visions of attack
I wake
The End.
Copyright © Nathan Hannen | Year Posted 2011
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