Meditation Camp

Meditation camps. Harmony of luck Orchestrating acerbity of mind
numbing poetry too young to be reminded of a time before theirs–
Role-model Folks, taming Russian talent training human heroes while
I challenge my home at night Pacing… for more impact. Dynamically
involved with the complexity of restoration created by the lines in
your words. Depict anything, my best friend, and I will be there
listening for influence wishing to steal more of my breaths I shall
sustain coma. Grouping pools of reflection learning now my father’s
voice telling me of his fatherland telling me childhood stories of
how he swam with sharks on la gonave. Of gingerbread houses–
caribbean pink, aquamarine green, folk-like fairy tales leaving us
Lasting Some place along the line of Peace: watching music become
prose. Reconfiguration of the human mind left Panting like a piano
piece ending in the middle of a minor sixth.