My conscious flow deviates from
the passive dictation given
And notches in
a groove-- the undertow
Often pleasant, deep immersion
In my teeming ponderous mind
Then gives rise to brief invasion
By thoughts of an alien kind
Always shortly to be released
When my heart returns inward;
now with quiet devotion creased
and folded in the written word
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2017 17:50
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Comments2
Love those last two lines. I felt them. Love the whole poem but wow. Nice wordplay
Also I'm a huge harry potter fan. Love your name!!!!
Likewise, qt -- Trying to get my boyfriend to read them right now. XD
The last one was amazing. He will love it!!!!!!
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