Mind Gibberish

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What flies? Into the wind, lashing forth like torents. Waking in the night. Lights flashing in my eyes. What creates? Like pigs wallowing in their own filth. Fakery, lies, the telephone ringing.The sky, starless and black, the city sparkling in the horizon. The river flowing, playing like children, the surf. Watching clueless, staring into the sun, enjoying the pain. Plastered...