Sublime on wine
Sitting in the city
Feeling okay in a self
Polluted way
Towards another day
Of concrete myths
And ifs and buts
And whys and cutting
To the core of what for
To see the score.
Flowing to the centre
Like we're meant to be
Coming through the walls
Of fake reality
Washing out the debris
Hoping someday maybe
That we'll
all be one
Mass of conscious
Entity seeing truth
And beauty
Love and be free!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem