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[Humming in the Mind]

I hate the old baggage,
it's muddled and sick,
That evil little darkness
that tainted agelss menace:
circumnavulating.

(Absoluting my orange glow,
making once the fire final
my insides deciding
defoliating, unbinding
and justice from all sickly

mental roadmaps
patterns in the chaos
thanatosis of the old
trimmed and brandished
with focused eye)

Devi dancing further
into merry eyes
looking past the ageless
coming from within
dark, deep, and red.

The frequency increases
a humming with the mind
becomes a world of light
radiates in heaven
dancing in the night...

 

February, 1998

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