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"This s**t Kray!" from March 2007

My heart was searching like a radio dial.
My life is information in a government file.
My mind is an orb of pure white light,
I can hear it dancing across my inner sight.
Don't care who I push or who I shove,
I'm carelessly in lust, hopelessly in love.
Laughing at indiscretion, echoes in the dark,
Spinning shapes made of threads from a spark.
Emerald vision is producing rings of sound,
Lost in my own mind, can I ever be found?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

'Lost in my own mind, can I ever be found?"
Easy to get lost. Hard to want to come back. I like the flow of thoughts and the perfect ending to the outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote