Poem 1974 (2)

The Floating Mind

At a terminus of the floating mind
life has entered its egg.
Dreaming about a land of waterfalls
encased in warm lava of the soul
ensnared there by song
patterns chatter through neurons
Imagining sunset in ancient days
or running before wrath
of those forsaken.
Trying to ignore the sound
from a forlorn wind

an oracle of emptiness.

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