A poem written while working away from home.

The object of my passion is a thousand miles away.
The subject of my intellect is how I fill my days.
The logic of my feelings is a mobius sword,
Cleaving self from selflessness quite of its own accord.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Tannin Sensitivity (Sensitivity to Tannins)

What is Mental Relativity?

Origins of Mental Relativity