I spill
a
bottomless glass of luminous
thoughts as fervid stars spread in
boundless psychic wisdom soaring through cosmic
clouds woven thick with prophecies.
Tie remote worlds to golden core where
universal minds speak with daunting visions.
Centrifugal forces such spirals and spin like water circling the bathtub drain,rapid spin swallows as I
plummet through the hole and tumble
deeper into the dark and down the empty hole,
black empty hole black cold.
nice work!
"soaring through cosmic clouds woven thick with prophecies"
god, this really hit home- I have close friends struggling with disorders. as a writer you have people harnessed when you can make them not just think but feel. great job
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james