The insider,
of a windowless room
outreaches a gun.
A signature assault
nips at your heels
in revenge.
Mind in a rubber sac,
in search ofโ
a real country.
A balloon thought,
soars high, towards infinity,
to snoop at the god.
You should have
myriad tears, for the
fallen, *Black Beauty from unknown.
Ramble, lots of ideas here,
Ramble, lots of ideas here, but you need courage to develop one image rather than uttering disjointed metaphors. So there!
My Secret River