Mind Fields


Smash my head into the sky
Where the ivory doves no longer fly
Translucent seas of whispering green
Within the relentless eyes of revelry

Where the mind is shattered torn
The visions of the old ways are but forlorn.
Then we awake from this dream, visions that once were now cease,
For this magic is all but a disease.................

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