Last night I went to bed, thunder crashing in my head, the thumping of a big bass drum, clashing cymbals of a pitch unknown, my mind a buzzing with a swarm of bees, the rustling of near autumn trees, keen to make sense of the immersive swirl, orchestral movement in a whisking whirl, night wrench doth realise will bring no peace, have no sleep, no way will ease, a flightless breeze
How Dare We
We dare to challenge, to fight, in spite of begging to cut ourselves, our nose off see the real in the unrealistic mirror change the way to ...
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