Sunday, February 18
odd dream of a somnambulist
when i am awake
i'm sometimes aware of the other worldly experience
of a dream
a sense of consciousness of an alternate reality
i lack when i dream.
this is the odd dream of a somnambulist
you exist in a world of strife and fighting
a world where people try to bring one another down
you jump into a new world
you are given the chance to start afresh
a new world
a new life
you have to choose
to continue to live in that fallen world
to fight against life in order to fight for it
or to let that world crumble and fall away
to leave a world that will not miss your wretched existence
you choose to take the leap
with the one you love you soar on wax wings towards the sun
two absolutely self-centred people on an undefiled haven.
is there ever a chance for escape from human nature?
a chilling sense of no-control pervades
take the jerky motions of a dead-alive as you cruise through life asleep
wake up while you're walking
only to find that nothing essential ever changes.
my dream harbors the illusory ghost
of unrelated memories
alien scenes like television footage
of the cataclysmic lashing out of nature on cities
tearing down the towers of babel
extensions of man's pride and supreme glory
washed away like dust.
little children with golden hair that framed their cherub faces
and long white gowns like angels.
a rainbow bridge to climb over unscathed
a velvet bed for a sweet tryst
traps and snares
rivers and lakes
being chased and hunted down
it's such an odd dream of a somnambulist
when am i asleep?
when do i wake?
where does reality lie?
in my consciousness of the present
or in my consciousness of the other...
0. oOo
