Lull

Of course,

To stand in waves of his government,

His attitude must be fixed.

But he hadn’t realised,

That once lost

feeling

He would think these things,

Like a junkie,

Exhilaration; as hard to describe as love,

zig-zags up the line of the wave.

He turns left,

up,

now back,

like an obedient dog,

to continued tension and

his return to consciousness. Image

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