The Medium
THE MEDIUM
a simple soul
the medium
with more clean awareness
no intellectual tedium
when he goes within
when he speaks in tongues
reception is not clouded
by collegiate 101s
he needs no crystal ball
his vision has no surface
but is blessed with depth
with endless purpose
I would assume
Images within appear
sound filters in
music of the spheres
but in trance
there can be cost
trick is in coming back
many merlins have been lost
Dave Austin
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2016
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