Recognizing(Poem)

The blackening night
and the shadowy dreams
revealed the unholy,
unhappy, and the ungodly subconscious.

Light was bright
so too were the winds
and the whirlwinds
flickering it.

Discovery is easy
For Indiana Jones
but the canopy is
crowded here with
crammed contemplations.

The Blurred blurring
the unblurred is the
blurry wisdom of the
banana dreams.

—Drunken Monk.



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