A rhythm, a beat
Inspired a vision,
Hid a dream inside my mind;
A rocking motion sickness
Brought my knees down upon
The darkest ground
In melodies, in chants
The desire was spoken
Enchanted by the power
Of its words,
As if it created a meaning
From the bowels of the earth
I stagger to see it
To touch it, to feel it,
For I hardly believe it
To be more than surreal
Author notes
Insomnia is an odd thing
Written October 3rd, 2006
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