lying on bed
motionless and spiritless
a neural sonic
travelling across its world
ignoring the monotony
of its second fiddle,
organize a collage
of memoirs in perplexity,
pleasing and vivid.
An au courant thought
busy acquiring the blue print
of a time machine
ignorant of its dissolution,
abandon the second fiddle in nullity...
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Wonderful expression. You captured the state of your mind so well with your words.