The mind plans
Calculates movements
Figures and thoughts
Commands the hand
Silently
Without a whisper
A pen, A pencil, an old quill
Or a plume Cooperates
With every action, Once it's within
The grasp of reason
These hands
Are just operators
Of thoughts in motion
ideas in progress
Legends unfolding
The Mind, the Id unseen within
Is the master, of our souls.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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