An earlier poem - born out of free writing.
In subatomic dreams I walk,
I dredge the inner sanctum of the sky
For all the dreams and God given blessings.
For fortnights waiting, caves no pain.
No fear of daylight future.
For me, not even the clouds can be seen in a different way,
No elephants, or puffed up trains in my view.
My wisdom is clouded with mushroom plumes,
As they strike out in the distance, between
Aquamarine and turquoise.
I keep on walking, the sun beating down
Through my vision,
Down to the earth, by nature mine,
No killer, time, no vessel, wine,
A vaudeville screening Over the Rainbow,
Reaching my eye level in horrific jollity.
We make merry by the old carousel.
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