Krrrr... Crkkkk... Krrrr...
Floating, on the ocean of time,
I was going to an island.
It was somewhere.
Rolling, rolling,
Rolling on water,
I was near my destination.
The island was my childhood.
It was warm and far.
I was really close, but it was far.
Krkkk...
No, don't!
The time ocean swallowed my junk machine,
And now,
I'm stuck in the past.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PuisiIf you like strange, chaotic and deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields.
