Inhaling the highest clouds non-stop.
We're floating away into an a sea of words idly transforming into random phrases.
Fuck in the background- The music was all around me.
The bass thundering around me, the treble striking loud and clear.
I understand it all.
I see it in my inner sight.
I understand now.
YOU ARE READING
The Process of
PoetryThis whole book is a poem made up of smaller poems. It's a story of someone that is struggling through life. It's up to you to decipher your own story through this. #7 in haiku July 18, 2018 #1 in enlightenment July 18, 2018 -EasonV (Free verse and...
