Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

14 Sept 2010

In betweens

In this world of in-betweens
the palace ere-in that creates my genes
causes my dreams as I lay awaken.
through spiral twirls of ages past or yet to come
eternal drum, infinite beat
in this world of voids and in-betweens
the place ere-in where logic does not dwell
where order is considered hell
consumed in the abyss of a souls mind
entered in or is that out
from where before the start begins
right to left, left to right, there is no wrong
time isn't short or long
high and low become one flow
singularity extinguishes polarity
in this strange land of pre-conscious mind.

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