Why must my mind
circle around you
and your very shape?
Lust?
Greed?
Love?
A preoccupation of the mind.
Silent-noise.
Its' current is conducting circuits
of militias and follies.
The major is napping
The others, unattended.
Voice, cylindrical voice
awake the silent-treaty!
Non-Fiction Collection 2011
©Bobby Ruelas
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Thinking inside the box, because it's never really outside until it is manifested.
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