Reality In Purest Form. Poem by Strychnyne Segraves
Reality In Purest Form.
Desktop Gods and bathtub mystics. I coined the phrase but, don't understand the ballistics.
The craze.. the phase.. the purple haze clouding my brain.
It all must just be symbolism
Enough to fill a thimble-ism
Of hope and dope and (Sense) to cope.
So, I don't hang myself like soap on a rope.
Saturday, January 8, 2022
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