Somewhere In the Middle
a life like sense or feeling
&
truth,
pours out from the soul of some mad man.
lost thinking of something & nothing & all things that babble & bubble.
& sloth is a demon dream shooting forth from a boy’s fantasy with nothing.
nothing.
nothing to lose in a fantasy
just dreams forgotten.
Horrifying,
Frantic,
Fantastic,
Fantasy.
The dreams of The sick and dying can be so pure.
when we begin & end,
our dreams are pure.
The middle is where souls & shapes & fantasy & dreams lose
morality
&
meaning.
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