Blu Dream


Once upon a time I wanted to be the poem
Like a princess of prose with an invisible crown
And now I know better than to speak like I own a thing
Or even owe them an explanation for what goes on
Regardless in completely awkward silence.
Why does this make me rush like I am running
From the truth that I too am somehow solely, spatially
And especially here, breathing the same softly seething
Spirit which connects any of you silly snakes to the
Forgiving divinity of our lonely moon glowing
And ever so slowly moving waves crashing ashore this
Sphere we must savor or thus suffer saviorless?
I am not sure what the truth is in totality
Told through a poetically romancing mirror reflecting
One broken eye...for I can fly as sweetly as a whisper
From a lover before sleep covers us with a sacred cloud
(All while within the infinitely weeping heavens we
Commence to act like slaves in a daze like it were ever
Okay to teach a wild child how to destroy daisies on
The playground of eternity!)
See... this is my curse, i am force dispersed like
Acidic rain on a holy plane so I appear insane
Sometimes, forever cascading like waterfalls until the
Day breaks us down into the skin color of mud...

O! My tarred and feather pillow

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