Phenomena of the Mind
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
an oldy, untitled
I am lost, but I can only find myself.
Waters rush, cleanse my mind.
Wind blows, blow it all away.
Hide nothing from the Earth.
Rampant, naked ritual.
In this lies a wicked hallucination.
Truth.
Natural truth.
Only truth.
Alive.
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