I talk while asleep, and
dream while awake.
the minds drifts are sardonic
like no other then passing time.
the wind blows in the darkness of night
bringing the howling sound piercing the ground.
the stars are moving from the reclusive sight
to mingle with the universe in a rebound.
it is the dream that keeps the brains alive.
the minds are occupied in chatters,
twitters, and technocratic panorama,
a lonesome living drama.
presumptuous patronizing surrounds
the humanities, a genomes deadening disease.
brain sparkles to lift itself to rise like the mountain's peak and
the ocean's roaring grace to embrace the living away from
the mind's sardonic drifts.
it is all a dream..............
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