my mind, intertwining
with old thoughts of
sexuality and enlightenment;
weaving around like wind
on a plateau before entering
the valley below, hoping
to uncover and release
a few hidden sins;
a gentle, suicidal type moan
escapes the dark recesses
of doubt and breathes
in the newness of my all too
frequent decadent thoughts,
mixing it with the mood,
making sense of it all,
until it erupts no more,
sliding back into oblivion.
2Jul14
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