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The remoteness of minds part 2

The remoteness of minds part 2

A Poem by andrew mitchell


What lies inthe remoteness of mindwhere dusty memoriesare blown on time’s wind,scorched by the sun;a chapter spreadacross a spinifex leaningas r..
Sleep.

Sleep.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The sky is nighdreams float highfrom a sea of wavesI seean old placecut off from the worldwhere serenity liesbetween black and whiteand stars blinka m..
What the devil!

What the devil!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


What the devil knows, the devil shares at the end!
A masterful mind!

A masterful mind!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Only the master of mind stores memories in the cranial vaults to the slavery of time’s circle. Holding the lantern lit igniting the past..
Into the pond we dive!

Into the pond we dive!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


What triggers the sequence of events locked in the vaults of memories old? Who’s holding the key in question? The past or the present? Mea..
Chasing shadows.

Chasing shadows.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


While the truth lies where sailors drowned, memories lie in shipwrecked minds sailing the waves within their globes- the lighthouse lit searches,..
The treasury of thoughts deceased.

The treasury of thoughts deceased.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The treasury of thoughts we’re lost in the deceased estate of mind where a lifetime of memories catalogued lies in ash forgotten; in the fin..
No needle but the damage is done!

No needle but the damage is done!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The scourge of mankind a stain on his character, and a scar on mother, well defined.
The remoteness of minds.

The remoteness of minds.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


What lies in the remoteness of mind where dusty memories are blown on time’s wind scorched by the sun a chapter spread across a spinifex..
Something elemental.

Something elemental.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


What do you feel when you wake up in the morning placing two feet on the ground? Something elemental?