The Mind Slaves !
The shadow beneath my consciousnesses,
shaking the bowl of mind in sounds of self,
a vague light coming from heart inside shells,
shaded yet seen from the naked life senses,
memories stored in shelves of which glistens,
sunbeams of being crawling through prisms,
finger's touching the meaning of life in kisses
suddenly the gates rises up from known riddles,
the root goes beyond those shadows in muffle,
slow and subtle decline in thoughts that shuffles,
thrust bring life up toward the meanings muddle,
crawling through stricken gates trying to smuggle,
of this borrowed hunger of slavery in struggle !
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