Sunday, November 29, 2009

Lost in cyberspace.
Broken tether.
Bosch like reality.
Clip my feather.
A realised insanity.
There's no brink.
Imagination overrride.
Blurs mind think.
Solids reach short.
Ill equipped.
Only I universe.
Can rectify this.
Sated of body.
Corrupted of mind.
Solace in Self.
Til balance I find.

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