I Am A Slave Poem by Madrason .

I Am A Slave



How I breathe nothingness
I love the warm blindness
my hero Zero for success
-and detest to much kindness-
concave, convex, I am a slave
of sounds and rounds
which never mind
this mindlessness
....so clever.


12-07-2014 Madrason

Saturday, July 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
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