Sunday, August 24, 2008

Look Up, Sometimes

Distance blurring land and sky
Vastness that stifles the softest cry
Until entities blur into abstraction

Running into the horizon means
Stumbling through broken scenes
Twirling flipping disorientation

Memory of memories always ignite
Into firework displays of the corny and trite
Overwhelming heart striations

To think colours like this could glow
Beautifying the starkest crow
Emptiness into surreal satisfaction

Satisfaction in any liberating scream
Stifled by the heaviness of a moonbeam
In pleasing suffocation

Tranquility in a new unchartered home
To tread water and then plunge into the unknown
Deeper and deeper pulling the imagination



Good night, GC.

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