Sorting and mixing illusions
That linger in your absence,
Spicing up a dull afterglow,
I'm looking for my answer
All I find is corrosion
Hanging loosely between space and density;
My consciousness changes color like a chameleon
Roving eyes stare for a micro moment then seep into the background like memory
They see for me and reveal.
You are the underline.
Pyramids of dead whispers piled neatly,
Housing eternal chaos
Make a ladder I must climb to finally arrive here;
This is a world of falling feathers and popping instants,
Of flowing lights and truths that tug at your attention,
Where you can swirl your way around the moon
But not find one role to fit into,
You can cup thoughts in your palm
But you can never hold on to them.
I have sat and stared at blank pages
And done nothing for hours except
Invade the farthest limits of the universe
And paint its walls invisible;
Lost-and-found is a game of destiny
You’re lost, now I must find me.