As sun breaks through smog
I slowly feel inner peace growing.
Doubtfully vacillating
like all seeking human beings
in a labyrinth of
subterranean tunnels
vaulted with a web of wild ideas.
Hairs hitting
causing power
causing flow.
Tidal waves stunning my mind.
Temporary desire that yearns for satisfaction.
The longing of the pelvic struggling with the strength of the reason,
both floating like ghosts
through my ever reducing brainpan,
as sun breaks through smog.
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