by trulymadlydeeply On Tuesday, July 27, 2010
^You are to become my waking dream,
Arriving at your merciful white gates
As movement overtakes standard reason,
Down with conventional distinctions!
Prove you are what you say, appease, indulge the impulse towards
Potent, Present, Science
Until trans-disciplinary becomes accepted
As a non-hyphenated word,
As the natural fact of real existence-
May we step out of one anothers' way
Perhaps that'd be too easy,
Carry on, as you were
Revived are the senses!
Beware of their vacuum state
Tasty tools, circus master, tame me!
Renaissance of the seventh
Alerted with the sublimated desperation of
Perpetual departure towards
Ever elusive conclusion
Should we ever dare to arrive there
While still alive, here
Then death awaits
Everything disappears -
What a truth-filled lie!
You are to become my waking dream
And we'll slip past those crumbling walls
All ready for the awakened ones
Edit (July 29, 2010 11:45am)
I saw Inception last night, post poem composition.
Love the parallelogram