Plata O Plomo By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Cloud Nine has a lack of time,
and a floating sensation, you'll find.
The quietest party in the clouds -
being a quality of a calm colony of loud heads.
Let's love to assume that most are loaded with dreads.
But if you're looking for knots, it's not the locks
by which you'll be delighted and shocked,
but the thick thoughts buried below
and the hideous ones, and who else knows,
buried below those and belower than those.
But it's not lower, it's just more knower -
it's not naughty, it's only more thoughty -
it's not deeper & deeper, it's more and more thinker -
it's not mysterious or delirious:
It's seriously more merely mist
or an intriguing insist to the elevated level
in the realms of time and mind,
all merely here in your mind:
That's Cloud Nine.
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