Carcanet
The hurricane blowing in my eye unravels the bandaged sky,out of my body i rise,doped earth's dream arrives in a different guise to transport me through the reveries of the foolish and wise;My body is burning in someone's dream,the dreamer is drowning in a stream. a stolen nightmare threaded through my carcanet.My chariot is swaying in a distant chimera music is playing.This fantasists heart will break his dream i take and thread it through my carcanet.My ferry is bleeding,a man on a cross is pleading,Mother earth is sweating,my journey is ending,i thread my last treasure through my Carcanet.
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jimkeats
i should have spent my life listening to the waves......
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