Is that you
my little nightmare dream?
Floating in time
to an imaginary band.
Drifting on in
the most gentle wind.
Through the spaces between
what's not, and what's really real.
Reeling your way
through the dark covered mine field.
Sufficient with curiosity,
and maddened by organization.
Rhythmically...effervescently...
floating gently away.
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The Immaculate Musings Of the Misguided Miscreant Known As Igneous Mouse
PoetryA collection of my poetry which is commonly my way of dealing with life; both the good times and the bad, all of the weird moments, the unexpectedly inspirational events, as well of those unfortunately hard ones that we learn lessons from. I like to...
