Tuesday, 9 August 2016

Wind


Trapped in my own creation
Trapped feeling me as I am

But when the wind blows
It blows me and with me my sense of time

With lawless waves I sway
Feel myself ache in this wild display

This lamp is lit and burning
Fumes of fragrant oil

This canvas is drowning
In colours exotic and unseen

This brew is brewing
And feeling itself evaporate 

This instrument strikes itself
And in doing so creates itself

I burn brighter now and then 
To remind me that I am

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