FrOm tHe SurRealiSt CollectioN: A WORD OF caution

Mon, 08/18/2014 - 02:54 -- Rendle

I am eccentric

Make me a flower

To fly in a breeze

 

Seal the cracks

Before they come too wide

They only grow deeper

 

Never fall my child

In the imaginary world

Sneak away from the abyss

That will chew on you

Swallow you “down to darkness”

 

Fear thoughts

They might overwhelm

The sight of thoughts

Never again would you see it

Feel it

The stuff of senses

And

Sanity.

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