Incoherent gibberish,
garbled words,
scrambled syllables,
and ramblings blurrr…
Floating away,
in spaces beyond,
where my eyes can’t focus;
Whence I am from;
In-my-fucking-sanity,
I lie in-sane,
dreaming of sunflowers,
and white-snow-cocaine;
Rush of blood to my head,
light as feathers are my feet,
gliding above the rest,
I drown in my pseudo-random-mystique.
Somewhere in time,
somewhere far away,
somewhere,
where the light and dark prance together;
Astray.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
