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You'Ve Got Alot of Nerve
After shutting off the bedroom
lights by closing my eyes; I see
sparks of fireworks in my mind
thinking synaptically.
It's not in anyway a day
to celebrate nor holiday,
so making me more to
think feeding with fuel
thoughts forgotten, now done
brought up from depths not
sought; for caution when
stepping on the edge
of what's surely the deepest depths
of my mind's sea. Seeing old ideas
again, now as blind creatures that
shine by bioluminosity; for we
all shine on
and on and
on and on...
Copyright ©
Marcela Proust
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