The Process
Roaming hills pulse
As music tilts the mind
Pushing you down from the side
Ignoring the stories of you
A plan of pain
Awaiting a stark intoxication
Of Intellect stripped bear
Lights flicker in hope
A new thought
And the beat that signals a new world
Posted: Tuesday, January 14th, 2014 @ 7:20 pm
Categories: Poems.
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