Friday, 31 May 2013
Dream of A Rustling Man
It’s lost in history,
the cost's in the future,
revealed in a mystery
and hidden by a suture.
Time runs like a river:
you have already chosen,
you chose it every time,
the river's flow is not one line.
Are you sure you're not dreaming?
because waking's the enemy;
do not drink from the cup
but the fountain of memory.
I'm an atheist of sight:
I see more than one angle,
a Bringer of Light,
do not shirk from the tangle.
I will save you some day
but maybe not today;
fuck victory, its defeat:
to advance, we retreat.
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that was no dream
ReplyDeleteMithras?
ReplyDeletedrip.....drip......drip
ReplyDeleteLost, or misplaced within multidimensions and parallel realities. Refracted memories through liquid time, that precious...IT
ReplyDeletestreaming or beaming, you can't call it dreaming.
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