| Dream #2 Intertwining chains of thought. Between the hours of ten and six. Into emotional clouds, caught. Struck down, beaten with a spectrum of lightning. Fire burning backwards to embers and spark. Morphing and sliding into a new puzzle. Talking backwards. Walking backwards. Everything backwards. Garmonbozia. We live inside a dream. Looking into a mirror: Getting lost in the reflection. A chasm, a vacuum in time. So surreal, so very surreal. Snow falling on fire from Christmas lights in heaven. Waking as a different person every morning. Needing a reason to rise. What if I never awake? Do you go through life dreaming? Blue, red, green in the clouds. Raining rainbows. Falling into the stars, head first. Everything close is far away. Evolving into these false vision. (If they are false...) Putting the last piece into the puzzle. (It crumbles below my feet.) Falling, falling, falling. Through space and time. Going into a darkness. A shadow untouched by the colored bulbs. There is no fire here. I cannot walk on flames here. An endless abyss of darkness. Felling myself fall; losing all hope. Letting go. Losing myself in the darkness, the clouds of night. (What happened to the lightning to make it light?) Will I awake? Or be surrounded by miles... A galaxy of dark shadows. |