Brain Waves

Like some shit posting web child
The Morphean mind goes unchecked
And shows an id ever styled
As utter chaos bottlenecked
By the longboard of a surfing brain,
Hanging ten on waves of thought,
Circling vast oblivion's drain
All around a forget me not
Which only blooms long after dark
But well before the light of day
Shows up to make it's golden mark
With the power of Apollo's ray,
Once more making us aware...
Dream surfers prefer midnight air!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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From February 15th, 2020
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