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Emanating From A Central Point Where The Mind Is Calm

by Tom Goss

Wake, wake in this tornado's eye to the sudden flashes of bloodshot lightning
that scribble across the sky and into the hazy darkness beyond.

I glide down from above,
thoughts wiggling around like worms,
vibrating at supersonic frequencies.


Oh, how the simple motion of her eyes
holds world-devastating circularities
that splatter hues of paint like a kaleidoscopic gut shot
that viciously seeps into the torrid waters of my dispersing mind.

Yet with eyes closed
I am an island of serenity.


I swallow an ocean of turmoil
and spit catharsis into the sky,
a volcanic snake with a tongue
flickering with revenge
as I inject the poison of peace of mind,
which rises in wispy rings of smoke
that float before me gently,
gently.

06/19/2015

Posted on 06/19/2015
Copyright © 2021 Tom Goss

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