Wednesday, January 28, 2009

My attempt at trance poetry



How is life. What is life. Why are we here. What are we doing.

I am dead. You are alive. I can do all. You can do nothing. I fade. You emerge. The bright light of life faces our depth. Johnny can sing but Beth can't. Isolation is key to the beyond.

The above is poetry without thinking.

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