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Monday, December 1, 2014

DREAM JUNKIE


Undone.

The fruit of epochs of effort

Was negation.

Gravity of yearning eyes

Unable to pull the moon

Back into orbit,

Echoes carry no warmth of sighs

Truth loses ground to dreams

Bit by bit.



As the smoldering end mixed fuel and euphoria

A new dimension of possibilities took flight,

New paths riding silken breeze

Freed feet of bonds,

A journey through magical colorfulness

A land of clouds and waves and repeatedly rebooting time…



Altered vision alters convictions

Won victories are revisited

The purpose of it all defeated

Faltering steps are rerun

Everything

Undone.



Mucky reality rendered unbearable,

The only thing now left

Is to take another drag of illusions

To help you forget.

4 comments:

  1. So many powerful lines here but this esp. struck me, 'Altered vision alters convictions

    Won victories are revisited'. Beautiful!

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  2. dreams are my escape, my freedom, love the concept here

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