Montage: Music of My Mind

Time
Out
Of mind
Entwines all
The poems in my bones
In a montage, like nomads of
Nomenclature marauding midnight silence with beats

As blueprints in pursuit of the quintessence

Caught in the foreshadows of the imminent presence
In between
Extremes
Of

Kaleidoscopic distortion–
Where the hawk flies high
As blue haze
Turns to

Tangerine
Dreams of
The
Sky

On fire, in
Tones cast
Through
Me.

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