I sprung from the ground- Shot into the feather hairs of the clouds- Longing for at last to be drifting- In Bedouin nomadic belief- To roam free, unknown bound- I've slept with my eyes open- But I’ve awoke with peaceful intentions- At last, I’m nothing at all- I’m free- My bedroom is the temple of everywhere- The orator of my own- There I am, where the future, and past passes me- Long formless arms- Outstretched to envelop the worlds violence; a pillow for me- So I may rest in peace-
Reason for writing:
Typed this while listening to RadioHeads new soon to be released album; listening to the song called Pyramid.
Birth sign: Libra
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