Joshua Lewis White

The dark expanse of the ocean in the corner of my eye
The desolate plain of sand
The harsh, cold sea air blows wildly
Seabirds squawk from above, flying
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I lay in bed, dreaming.
Dreaming of Allen Ginsberg
Of the future
Of travel
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I

The umbrella of suffering
Covers this world
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The misty mountains of the Himalayas
invading my thoughts -
Little train descending the slope from Darjeeling,
delivering tea to my cup as I ponder jazz in the moonlight.
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I

Beginner's mind
Rough waves in a small pond
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Am I swimming in a sea of confusion, of nothingness, or am I dreaming?
Behind black curtains stands a figure with a lamp
A book lies, crumpled, containing the memoirs of a man - long forgotten
A ghost, or a man who nobody notices?
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A silent, dead window pane
A false illusion -
Everything true disappears
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Sombre sunset behind a dark cloud
Somewhere a bell tower calls out/singing
The sound of a guitar can be heard, crying
In the flesh
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Where does madness become genius?
Where does genius become insanity?
What was it you said?
Reality amidst a sea of dreams?
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The preciousness
Of this human life -
Enlightenment frees
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Shining out the walls
Comes a feeling of gratitude
Of which no-one knows
A strange race of misunderstood creatures
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The sun sets behind a blank mountain range
'Fire' he yells as the colour red enshrouds the soldier's vision
Everybody runs, crying
When did it end up like this?
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Iconoclasm sweeps the nation, destroying all, creating all
People fade in/out
Fingers slowly tapping at the foundations of a generation
The swing rhythm - heartbeat
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I sit in a chair,

Looking out the window, at the trees,
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