Picture flipping
Picture tilting, blurring
Realization?
Questions.
(Freeze. Freeze it shut)
Mind lurch droning in a muddled banter
Covering over blanks which sigh ever after
Smiling without poetry, life sentences without time
Divine intervention never saved the sky. True...
But improv a thought which hears the next question
And answers that talk with comprehension
Would it scare you to let concepts walk astray
And if they flew?
Would it frighten you to map that terrifying landscape
And would you go?
The lifelong fences never mended inevitable questions
You lie inside that mourning which dawns
And dawns forever standing
Only showing your cankerous fears to the backwards mirror
Drifting, slumbering with intolerable interiors...
But by reflecting those muted expressions
That's how they did it
Interior giants who whisper in run-on sentences
Always fought for this telling, never told before its holding
Stemmed by the stronghold blocking the tide
Trapped in the crevice of besieged pride
The daunted, defeated words, lie...
Inside this sleeping dream house, great spirits find the given...
Believe, believe with ultimate conviction
In that long awaited, but rarely expected, something that we all live for
It's yours as you childhood was yours
As is your favourite song, your most treasured friend
Or the smile on your face, which you can make reappear at will
Believe there are many who don't
For they line the walls of limited vision
But lift the veil of heavy clouds, upon the field of open laughter
You will speak in tongues once past your tip
And fly the spears which line the pits
The paranoia of uncertain days
All the games adversaries will play
To cross a threshold of altered thought
Illuminated by higher talks
And kindled beyond envy or spite
Burnished in truth, dignity, and light
And once upon that foremost height
You will look back with awe
Upon the bygone valleys which you ascended
This is the filling of the blanks...
Believe with ultimate conviction, and act upon it
Picture tilting, blurring
Realization?
Questions.
(Freeze. Freeze it shut)
Mind lurch droning in a muddled banter
Covering over blanks which sigh ever after
Smiling without poetry, life sentences without time
Divine intervention never saved the sky. True...
But improv a thought which hears the next question
And answers that talk with comprehension
Would it scare you to let concepts walk astray
And if they flew?
Would it frighten you to map that terrifying landscape
And would you go?
The lifelong fences never mended inevitable questions
You lie inside that mourning which dawns
And dawns forever standing
Only showing your cankerous fears to the backwards mirror
Drifting, slumbering with intolerable interiors...
But by reflecting those muted expressions
That's how they did it
Interior giants who whisper in run-on sentences
Always fought for this telling, never told before its holding
Stemmed by the stronghold blocking the tide
Trapped in the crevice of besieged pride
The daunted, defeated words, lie...
Inside this sleeping dream house, great spirits find the given...
Believe, believe with ultimate conviction
In that long awaited, but rarely expected, something that we all live for
It's yours as you childhood was yours
As is your favourite song, your most treasured friend
Or the smile on your face, which you can make reappear at will
Believe there are many who don't
For they line the walls of limited vision
But lift the veil of heavy clouds, upon the field of open laughter
You will speak in tongues once past your tip
And fly the spears which line the pits
The paranoia of uncertain days
All the games adversaries will play
To cross a threshold of altered thought
Illuminated by higher talks
And kindled beyond envy or spite
Burnished in truth, dignity, and light
And once upon that foremost height
You will look back with awe
Upon the bygone valleys which you ascended
This is the filling of the blanks...
Believe with ultimate conviction, and act upon it
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