that man milton said;
the mind is a place and time
and
can make heaven out of hell
or
hell out of heaven-
or something very similar.
i hear you, milton
and
i stop on A13 bridge way home 4pm
and
i attempt to fill myself up with the marmalade sunset
spread by a spatula
above
the
dark trees.
eternal hatchbacks dotted with dusk flow forever under me.
sunset is
in
red
segments behind bridge wire/i tiptoe in the cold to see it totally clear.
this morning on the hill the sun was a red striped war film tiger
and
i attempted to fill myself up
and
keep
it deep inside
for my unbroken brother
but
the day was a rollercoaster/i held on with the strength of fumes.
noon came and i
was
stabbed
by
angry steel - (i FELT it tho it WASNT there/milton said . . . )
my
brain
burnt
fast with termites - (but there was NO fire and NO insects/milton said . . . )
and
HOURS later i am calmed with free chocolate cake
when
i
went into offices
looking for keys.
milton said the mind is a time and a place/or something similar
that turns heaven into hell
or
vice
versa/which is the one i need.
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