The magician's hat- a black hole vocabulary.A Poem by andrew mitchell
What words flow
from the mystic pen along the the corridors of mind's mystery road of conjured magic performed, no rabbit is pulled from a hat but a stop placed upon reflection? On dragon's breath words of fire stormed the world of surrealism in disbelief looking for truth in a dream from the real world passed where the unconsciousness from a nightmare lived, dawned on awakening. The knowledge was served.
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3 Reviews Added on October 6, 2019 Last Updated on October 6, 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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