Altered state of consciousness
SOMETHINGS GOT A HOLD I get this feeling it takes over, inside my head spins like like whirling winds. I get this look like being over-took by alien wordplay- Somethings got a hold. Wanting me to say which way the crow flies, wanting me me to tell -how the brook babbles. Why the bees scream why the sunbeams, why the moon streams why the daisies die. I get this sensation revealing revelations silent concentration and then laborious joy a new poem is born. Something has come over me extremely intense very extraordinary, dopamine released awareness increased. Somethings got a hold my pen is in control The secrets that unfold- Needed to be told-and now we see reality. Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
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