PEEL
Peel Pulling at endlessly phasing funk Strings from a magician's sleeve Lightning in a bottle Smashed against an unforgiving sea Creating a rhythmic message A map leading back to the Source Neuronal paths diametrically conjoined Still, I find myself passing through daylight and dreams absent will. A psyche in perfect chaos Belies all believed to be true Opposing reverberation foments unison When done within a hermetic contusion Voids within space Between pauses there can be no silence Peeling away galaxies Like layers of sin Without voice or name Everyone feels their bones But does anyone hear? How many times have I dreamed the same dream? Would I remember? Or am I frozen in the seam? Lost in the place where waves conspire Where emergency doesn’t equal urgency Borrow the time To open my eyes and become A captive catering to illusions Eyes blistered by freedom. Lightning in a bottle Doe...