Poems from EM43

The Company of Night
Nocturnal beauty flying through the night Indigo Gypsy hiding from the light. Close your eyes, make a wish  and send it up in a cloud. Lost...
My Mind is a Bomb
My mind is a bomb but they can't find it.  My actions, a map, but they can't transcribe it.  My words, a code, but it's encrypted. It's...