Floating through that celestial mirror,
which was my dream…
At some point crystal clearer
than that the thing that it’d mean-
I know that in the moment,
I flow over and under
that which is existential.
Voices crowding my lair,
my being, space- bears essential.
Time, less obligation
irrelevance to I merely
patient…
In this prism vision
hovering the veil of truth & fiction
numb mind, still heart
ever beating me- A part
this space I know now is no reprieve,
for I still have face of fool
in my sleep!
Left chasing which is incomparable
to mine own fate.
Frankly a feeble minded victim
lacking in weight.
Dare that entangled dream ‘er come for me,
‘rouse my mind-
Admit defeat he will this time!
How’d fare you if your own sacred
temple held you captive?
Free of will,
abundantly active?
These gates which were erected to protect my thought
lack purpose like faux art!
If I could I’d have gladly
administered my own disposition.
Seize an artifact
made for wishing but,
my pattern has already been woven
by the hands of the maker…
I’d take her…
I’d take her too…
I thought as I spilled into the river basin which held my
logic, my thought
I’m thinking
And again waking
to life…
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