"Bliss of no explanation
A work of artistic incantation
All the breads are now in a basket
As I look at myself
As I gaze at my pride
As I breed prayers
As I plant a bush of forgiveness
As I blink and I blink and I blink
And I blink
And as I shape an honest and wicked smirk
As I sing a song common to many
Saying grace
And facing the clumsy sky
Illusions are in my power
As I am what I am
The master of my very own universe."
Wrote this a few years back when I was doing nothing but gazing hard at one of the walls in my room and getting high on oxygen.
I shudder to think what sort of depravity would word the remaining lines of the poem.
If there were a few more empty ones. Hehe... :)
Do tell me what u guys think of it.
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