Kaleidoscope
A deep thought progresses.Or merely pretends, informing oneself of intermission...or continuation...
Or creativity or lack thereof.
Down on the knees of self-decapitation, tell me I am still in love.
Is this life filled with subconcious segues?
Intermingled and sudden amidst focussed thought and sighs?
Will you leap or merely plan your fall
For one anguished second carries millions of cells of imagination and diversity
Nerve-endings exploding into the infinite beyond of undiscovered creation
The most undeniable truth is ripped at the seams, and impossiblity is suddenly very real
Thrown into the darkness of demonic things, is this what I find when I delve so deep?
Then enlightened beyond totality, beyond anything real, bliss and fruition, devine.
And on to that other point, that I hope somehow relates, but I have yet to find.
Can you stop at something? I see that you can, you are not yet a man.
Because I have been long searching for an undeniable force.
Invasive and selective, couragous and genuine
I don't see the dust being kicked up
I'm not over anyones shoulder
I havn't politely been asked to hold out my hand
Or to stand alone richly and blessed
I wait unimpressed.
posted by Unknown @ 8:38 PM
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