3 Stops of Blabbering

crawling back to life
the mind is back for strife,
and back’s in a knife.
crystallised in the flow
of a madman’s rambling,
luminescent glow;
I can’t see where I’m stumbling.
swing out 90 degrees,
the lesson is PE;
make sure you got the space
to set your mind ablaze.
blowing a whistle,
I found a thistle
in the form of expectation,
let loose; no condemnation.

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