Black Poetry : Six Stanzas of Desparation

N2urSoul

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On the inside of my mind
are perturbed thoughts
resting in obscure angles
on the precipice of
davenport
counting fingers and toes

A series of
complex sighs makes
the room loud
closing my eyes
my conscience is sitting
silently on the
other life of this sofa
telling me that
I don't know how the
French Riveria feels
at sun set or
just how vast
are the skies
and
blue my passing thoughts'
suprise

On the inside of my mind
all things matter
however
they seem to be caught
in the impatience of a
dream...
unclear

On the inside of my mind
it's so peculiar
and so preserve a calm
from calamity
... sounds through this
grove of a shattered spate
of resonances jarring the
mind awake

On the inside of my mind
into one's self come in again
where Once upon a time
is old
if ever now wants to begin again
I hear an echo as my heart unfolds

On the inside of my mind
empty space it comes to be
rooms full of possibility
... a depth so great
... a way so free




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