At the Top of my Head

by capturedelight   Feb 15, 2008


Awakened by an increasing speed of celestial bliss,
That with each breath I take I long for the enchantment of being.
I escape my realness through an unsurpassed wave,
Of harmonic clouding of the mind.
I do not wish but I only dream with such chaos that I cannot believe the things I do not wish but dream.
Curiosity drove the mind to a halting stop of raging oblivion.

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