I will fall through
Layers of dream
For you.
And through the crystal ponds
And seas we will sail.
-
For I will raise the sails
In my windswept search for you.
Sail to all imagined corners of my maps
And let the compass guide me.
And follow distant stars.
On the blackened dream seas
I search.
-
And all the while
Seas tumble,
They are restless
Just as I,
Looking for the long-lost one
My dreams have not forgotten.
-
And I turn on seas of dreams
As I am entangled
Entrapped
By my bedclothes.
Of the same darkened color
By night.
-
And I turn once more
To find,
You were never gone,
Nor forgotten.
Just hidden from me by dreams
And waves.
-
As
I awake
In a cold sweat.
I realize I'd never left.
Two:
The Could'veBeen's
I went a little crazy with this one, sort of E.E Cummings style?
Abyss
AbyssiAbysses)
All
Could'vebeenbut
Wasn't.
We all move
Backwards
And all that could've
(might've)
Existed
In a way)
Is
Somehow no more
Reaching a singularity
(That is something of a time frame
For when all collapses in)
And it's
Allthatever saw thelight.
Moving backwards.
Forwards.
Feet placed on a new type of
P l a n e.
Abysses
Look like signularities.
And I say I will sleep off what should've been
When the white roses did bloom
On the fences
Catty-corner to where
I might've been.
On anygivenday.
Saturday.
Wednesday.
The could'vebeen's.
Weeks of them.
I swear to you,
They line up.
In
Distinct.
And
Collapsing
Order.
Like the card houses
Built by the Abyssbuilders
And ne'erdowells.
On their table made of leaning days.
Where roses may not bloom.
I do not like the feel of falling
Through the abysses
As they look into me,
And I into them,
For I fear they see me
Truly
And I reach singularity
And I could'vebeen.
But never was.
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