Before the age of old and logicness
Or logicity. Or logic sanity.
Before it catches on
Upon my diswired brain
Before it wires shut completely
To offer wise betrayals
The wisdom of the kingdom
That would prevent the switching on
The halo-light inspiration
Mauling at every hair on my head
At everywhere I walk
Before it stops sending shiver shots
Of beauty songs in cursive
And I get fiery scared
For the day I stop illogically
And begin myself in linear lines
In opened book meanings
Then the shivers would be
Of a different species and breed
They would breed fear and fright
Of onlookers perhaps and judges too
Monday, October 27, 2008
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