Climbing Medidation

Lethargic poetry,

so scrambled, jumbled, distorted,

Nonsensical flowings of the river water I no longer see

from the boundless sea!

Thoughts now contorted,

this perception distorted. Into

the evanescent thought waves from the ethereal plane.

The mind transitioning from the right-hand lane to the carpool area,

changing the shifting of time, from which a new life became.

The new chapter in which the content will spontaneously be reported.

An entire generation of ideas to be transported

To the next level

This new world in which we created,

there’s no such thing as a devil, you revel,

next level! A continuous cycle that will never expel.