Concentration? Yeah, Sometimes

When I close my eyes, my cauldron mind heats up,
And all its dark impurities are burned away. My molten
Thoughts are cast as poems, unless something goes
Awry, and I just fall asleep.





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Written on 2024-09-25 at 23:19

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IB M The PoetBay support member heart!
"unless something goes / Awry, and I just fall asleep." - love the use of awry in this context, really liked its effect, and made me smile :) Of course, your descriptive way of wording things takes my mind away, as always, really enjoyed this - merci.
2024-09-25


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
Potus Focus
Hocus Pocus

one should not say concentration camps
but focus camps
2024-09-25