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Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Kind Psychosis

Posted by Moon Lei On 18 March No comments

Still water mirrors dinkum ataraxis. Not ever, it parallels my cornered thoughts. I bunk down on an aqueous bed, in high hopes of clearing the fracas on my crown. Here, quietude is the real McCoy; my poesy, my eremiomania. Still water resembles sense of control. Not ever, it duplicates my immobilized feet. On my back, I fly with dulcet hush. Here, threads evanesce through the altered crystals. I feel my freedom, my kind psychosis.

Tempers fray, not; never, oh never.

  Location: Palm Beach, Laiya Batangas.


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