The heist of time that gathered random thoughts.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Domination spills over tepid thoughts
the tread of commonsense leave marks on the ground where time has been. In a circus of madness clowns in drag smiling... are laughing in an upside down world. Their dead are mourning, clapping hands to a ghost performing. The Scarecrow runs in a cornfield hiding, the black shadows of a twisted mind rising on a seance board that's just begun. In an upside down world where the living are dead and the dead are living, autumn leaves run away screaming. Evergreens fall with the ship sinking where understanding has no meaning, ghouls play the strings of those now hanging. Psychedelic colours are rainbows dripping the circus of thoughts no longer thinking the carousel mind stops not working. The desert song of past continues singing, the wind blows the images, all chords now crying. In an upside down world where the living are dying, the dying are living their sands of time have turned to glass.
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3 Reviews Added on March 27, 2019 Last Updated on March 27, 2019 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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