mystical
my dreams have grown
incoherent & absurd
fantastical & disconnected
& full of arcane things
that awaken me
wondering
if i should minimize
my attachment to objects
not of this world
Sumayyah Talibah © 12 April 2020
mystical
my dreams have grown
incoherent & absurd
fantastical & disconnected
& full of arcane things
that awaken me
wondering
if i should minimize
my attachment to objects
not of this world
Sumayyah Talibah © 12 April 2020
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