Gash nuisance reverberates;
pulsing under textured beige bandages
Feel Heat and throbs of skewered, ribbed gore.
Gash of licky, icky, itchy mind spiraling-
vomiting blotchy scratches-
stinging rays of electrified hydrogen peroxide-roast rancid bacteria
Gash illuminated by oblong obtrusive lamps
carrying steep hills to some kind of Nirvana.
Cherry Blossoms whisk aromatically towards my weathered, robust face
I study at the library with Beethoven-
he always plays the 6th Symphony for me, and with such pastoral cares
I dream maniacal dreams with him-we are flickering above enigmatic Sahara sand dunes.
The lunar rays announces to us lands of bewildered open-minded refinement
The Millennial generation drum their fingers in solace
cryptic joy flutters and flits to the sound of aviary trumpets.
Inspiration is a convoy to far Opiate Oriental lands.
I'm landing on the moon;
imprinting influence on extraterrestrial lands
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