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Drift Insane

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Melodic, dreamy days twist
passionate in my mind,
capturing vigorous , silk,
vivid images of
charcoal, sketch,
poetry, jazz,
making everthing feeling real,
sour,
everything feeling sour,
real,
Drift
away.
I faithfully walk along,
feet being deeply sheared
by the stomach of the norm,
trying to crucialy pulsate
a charsmic outburst,
for hatred is abyssfully black
in the shadow of its swollen eyes,
the eyes repulsively ridiculing my abstract
thoughts of the unsung self,
Drift
away.
False alarms perilously throb in
society's nervous system,
ambiguously whispering,
come hither, sit back and pass
coy times,
history written and rewritten
for the powermental, sane judge,
the mass leader whom controls
all 358 degrees of the cycle,
which is not myself,
the 2 percent,
the self
happily isolated
in the
intriquing
madhouse.
Drift
away,
away,
away.