The Lost Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

There where dreams kiss release
spirit flies past death
the very verge of death
outside the body
telepathy
my ex wife is there
deep gray clouds
red stars blue stars

The mind is located in the spirit
the mind is flesh in time
here and there we float out of time
art is Aldous Huxley
Have you been in the realm of being
being so intense your afraid
rare dignified circles of eternity
the gray matter saturated

Panic over a life wasted
pleasure delivers the soul to hell
selfishness like Nero
Caligula burning forever and forever
City lights fade before the white light
these chloe's have no bodies
out of the body forever
your little dream over

the lost think they won't burn