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
Doesn’t repeat
Doesn’t ask for permission
Lacking the allowance of
indecision
Splits ice like an infantile
delusion
Formed by a big picture summation
Witness the world’s creation
Through a solitary lens.
The Fidelity Machine
Brings only seeds
Commands us to stand by
What we know to be a lie
Offering in return only the promise
Of what was already there
Our ever-present gnawing needs
Grown in the ash of a funeral pyre
Without fate to comply
Accomplishing your now
After only.
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