Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
Breath transmuted into words
Transmuted back to breath
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It's no wonder that he and best friend Kerouac loved this hour!
it's eternal the gyre of life and death; nothing has the fixed stoppage; continuous process of nature
Extraordinary thoughts for 5am. What a soaring imagination!
Nah, don't believe it, you'll get entangled in Heaven or *snaps incoherently *
Reading this poem I thought of my own Five. A.M. Poem. A serene time of morning our thoughts can be reflective of many life's unanswered questions or we could be at peace sensing the peace and harmony of that moment.
......at five a.m. some very entertaining and wonderfully strange with vividly imaginative and sometimes disturbing thoughts can come into anyone's mind....but even more thought provoking is just where do thoughts come from....does anyone know....how does the mind create these thoughts faster than the speed of light...
A catalog of images stretching far beyond conventional limits. Excellent!
A wonderful piece of poetry written with conviction