I lay, awake
In a lucid dreamscape of
Thought, a cloak of predawn quiet wrapped
Snugly around my
Shoulders. Eyes
Open. Still
As the dead. Breathing
Slowly, and cogs whirring like humming-
Bird's wings.
I am dizzy, drunk
On the euphoria of
Creativity. Ideas
Swirling madly inside me
A paper-shredder confetti race
To reach the page before
The blinding golden orb slips
From its horizon-prison
And away with my thoughts.
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PoetryI am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20...
