The idea of the black mind,
To be in your fancy color
With patterns of red anxiety.
To evolve and be held captive
Without jumping over your head
The extra best entry into these loops,
They squeeze inside
Hurry to leave, but with pleasure, they remain.
An anchor cast into the void
Water does not cover him,
The seabed is addictive.
Popping up, not knowing who you are
Make sure and break.
The silence of the fragments in slow motion
Sparks fly out
but do not burn in contact with air.
Been in measurements and again move another figure,
The contours glow in the neon
In a reduced form, they go out and do not burn anymore.
Watches with a laser restore the taste of perfect color,
Piercing and leaving in a different way.
Small becomes big
Settling in pollen, it slowly spreads across the field, turning into the light of a black square ...
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PoetryThe idea of a black mind