( under the influence of a few jazz cigarettes
In dreamtime meanderings
I drift with subconscious mind,
releasing abstract threads of memory
from deep repostitory of brain,
in transition, some become reality
journeys for the future to bridge,
flickering in colour, protective spindles of feeling
lingering passages of twilights passing pages,
swaying through the day and night
opening mind, releasing feelings deep inside,
gathering scraps of everything to restore
fading in and out, never submitting to defeat,
waiting for notions of days to come
days of change tumbling forward,
sparks of magic, spinning through tomorrow
touching the earth, with explosions of breath.
What are these " Jazz Cigarettes " you speak of ? They appear somewhat inspiring, me Hearty
ReplyDeletewonderful things, unfortunately illegal to possess.Who knows, this might change one day.
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