Of paradises born and lost.

Of paradises born and lost.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As Poe looked
through eye sockets empty,
the cranium erupted
in nebula fashion
on Kubrick's Space Odyssey.

But one did not have to 
travel far  for
infinite possibilities,
one just had to look within,
where the mind
could be....
heaven or hell,
or just plain empty.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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