(no subject)
Lost in a world of imagery, I drift through the glazed salt sea.
I ask: Does this nothingness that is everything remind you of me,
alone, floating on a billowed pillow of a cloud while the wind
whirls around, pushing me, pulling me, spinning me, unfolding me?
It goes around, comes around, returns to the blue as I shred apart
as clouds so often do. I am momentary, just a second of indecision.
I am hesitant but willing. Isn't that obvious as I disolve to whisps,
cloudlets of clouds, seconds of days, flickers of thoughts? I go.
I went. I rain down on the afterthought. I am the decision you refused
yesterday. I am the path less taken though I am not Frosted poetics.
I am rain. I am poor. I am the drifting and questioning life you lead.
Transcend the question dipped in blue. It drips down, unanswered truth,
reality I lose in this unending beauty that carves the land of you.
I ask: Does this nothingness that is everything remind you of me,
alone, floating on a billowed pillow of a cloud while the wind
whirls around, pushing me, pulling me, spinning me, unfolding me?
It goes around, comes around, returns to the blue as I shred apart
as clouds so often do. I am momentary, just a second of indecision.
I am hesitant but willing. Isn't that obvious as I disolve to whisps,
cloudlets of clouds, seconds of days, flickers of thoughts? I go.
I went. I rain down on the afterthought. I am the decision you refused
yesterday. I am the path less taken though I am not Frosted poetics.
I am rain. I am poor. I am the drifting and questioning life you lead.
Transcend the question dipped in blue. It drips down, unanswered truth,
reality I lose in this unending beauty that carves the land of you.