29 July 2012
Mild & explicit.
Alive & electric.
Sketch of a smile.
Flowing down the corridors & aisles.
Sprinkling the floors and walls.
Stardust held in a vial.
Twist, turns & styles.
Fallen ill.
To the worlds careless spills.
Taking joy in erasing what kills.
Replaced with something that fills.
A strategy to climb up those unbearable steep hills.
Carefully pulling the ropes.
Following my own pulse.
Pulse • Opuss № I