Liquid Words













Forth comes my liquid words,
 food for an imprisoned mental.
Awakening the soul of the wakeful zombie,
 feeding off the mirage bread of dreams.
A voice in the still cold darkness,
i am but a clarion silent and loud within.
Lonely in this mental campaign with none but the few i wake.
I call in the night to them that know not their name.
Awaken and remember for you are more than a mere number

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