Feelings ressurected a brave
visuals of deadly caligraphy on a grave ...

Surrounded with mist a rising hand 
forced & tore the hymen of a virgin land

Where the reality is dropping ashes
of dead poets' into the hatches

Hatches of deep confusion
where a minds meets illusion

These Illusions flow like a bleaching brook, 
floating paper-boat, with a pirate and a leeching hook.

Passing Under the bridge of sorrow
watching back while it smells like tomorrow......

The dirge of the dying clouds, loudly  
merges with my insane brain, proudly 

Salty streams of tears drowned myself 
in sweet misery that increased my wealth

Why am I like this I wondered ? 
One of the energy's own protocols 

And my mind remained plundered
When I woke up from this dream, 

And
 I wonder
 I wonder....