A small space dedicated to the unsatisfactory imitation and substitute. A shield, a cover, camouflage, streetlights, bent knees and bloody fingers, billboards and pills. The degradation of eyesight and fallible understanding of concrete.
Water on the wings of a moth near the flame and, you, only, come closer.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Half Past Reality
I sympathize with memories being abused by dreams.
this one has taken me a while to grasp, athough i really liked it from the first time i read it. my favorite is 'the light casting shadows into crevices of my conscious'. i had never been there before man...beautiful.
i like this one because we see our entire conscious mind. continually. but acknowledge finite recallection.
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Since the dawn
of my awakening
I have fallen
like a diving
pelican into the
stream of surreal
realities.
I see the light
casting shadows
into crevices
of my conscious,
but fail to realize
the severity of
the images lost
like fading memory
when I stir,
recognizing the
identity of names
and definitions
in my life, instantly
pulling me back into
the comfort of anesthesia.
this one has taken me a while to grasp, athough i really liked it from the first time i read it. my favorite is 'the light casting shadows into crevices of my conscious'. i had never been there before man...beautiful.
i like this one because we see our entire conscious mind. continually. but acknowledge finite recallection.
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