Look At How the Pretty Thought Shifted
Would anyone care to rest with me?
I am among the posies
and the daisies
as they illustrate a dance under the moon’s neon light.
I lay here,
bare-chested on the velvet fabric of Earth,
humming lowly to myself.
Though,
I believe I may be lost in yet another daydream
that had turned into a delusion.
And once again, it has gotten the best of me.
What a desirable comfort this madness must find
in my mind,
for it can never seem to stay away! Bah!
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