ABOVE MY MIND THE ATTIC

AND silence leaves no quarter
today as all the past by time
and walls divide insanity
that insolent corrosive lever
— what contempt!

Inside, beneath the rafters
upon the attic i watch
my thoughts at night: stumbling,
fumbling touching God,
archaic streaming prose!

When everything may have seemed
fine between the moments just ago
now a face of an ‘o’ as my thinking-
thoughting shadows fade away
i bury them within my mental garden

@ithin my head a cemetery
above my mind within the attic
where my thoughts are gallows
inside my empty home.

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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