The thirty ton tank breaks the top of the hill, I gobble the prescriptions pills. The cannon shakes and an unknown foe falls. For they battle to own it all.
So I dream of dragons and lithium swords, nothing can break this broad. Though I’m only flesh bone and as brittle as this cheap Chinese phone.
I dream dragons to scorch the earth but my mind has no worth. The idle thoughts of a madman, stuck in the sinking sand.
D April 2018