Three to four

On a constant journey
Into a non-expository domain
A platform of undiscovered word arrangements
The mind will do its best
To unveil a new influx of phrases
In order to self-medicate
And enunciate
Every hunch and intellection
For which there is no proof
Devoid of the light
A malfunction of the rod cells
A mind walk is a blind talk
The eyes now obsolete
One soft touch in the dark
Evokes chance and desire
To carry the story farther and farther
And plunge into the dangerous sea
To fight impediments and suffer cramps
Just for the sake of the plot
A 3-4 dimensional territory
Its length and width
Height and depth surreal

Your kingdom.


P-chan (c) 2012

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