Thought factory

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I sit here. In the park full of overly grown people.
I see a black sky, lights flickering halfway.
A subtle ripple of a thought gushing in the man’s eye,
standing next to me
I emboss his voice to the sky, somehow.
A bush full of flowers,
sweet nectar from the eyelids
submerging my feet in the lush.

I walk and stay close to this creeper,
sticking to my bosom.
I adore the soft lust it whispers to the ear.
in the winter night,
where do they all go?
here, amidst the wild eyes,
amidst the lilies here speaking a foreign language,
a child’s laughter disappears somewhere.

The trees have begun to dream again,
oscillating between the heaven and the hell,
and in this darkness, I become wild and small.
Like a wildflower on the pathway.

A red dimness hovering my hand,
cold cough of the night
spreading like a red bright flower across the faces.
Where will humans go, now?
A temple, a church, a mosque?
Or will they sleep
with an enormous restlessness.

14 thoughts on “Thought factory

  1. sit here. In the park full of overly grown people.
    I see a black sky, lights flickering halfway.
    A subtle ripple of a thought gushing in the man’s eye,
    standing next to me
    I emboss his voice to the sky, somehow.
    A bush full of flowers,
    sweet nectar from the eyelids
    submerging my feet in the lush
    First paragraph is superb…..and that follows the next like a river.. really enjoyed the poem

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