A poem attempting to unleash joy from the id of existence- trying find some meaning,
A night of dream
Drowned deep into the middle of coral reef
of his choice, around blue water kissing the
orange pink hue. The constants have varying
values in different levels of id- a conch shell bellows.
Somthing I kept in my bosom amid the sea
Have you seen the bright star in the north?
Don’t fret, I am nearby, waiting for you
to open the spring of delight.
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