The Simple Freelance and the Devils Sweet Dance
By VocoKool
In an instant my mind becomes a tool of the infinite, It reveals itself as gentle Mona Lisa with a kick, I am transformed into a panic-stricken bear with the heart of a cool lamb, Perhaps it is the mind that is the beauty of it all, And I, the blunt one, become that of what I can be, True to that of which is. E.J.Karlson December 4th, 2001 Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 01:03 PM PST 0 • 10
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"In an instant my mind becomes a tool of the infinite,..."