I wake up, deepest night, curled senseless, listless
Fragmented in parts, lying here, tossed there
In halves, between fingers, I gaze, i see, I sense
the rupture of time, across the ramifications of fate
on my palms.
Just another dream congealed into wasteful prudence
Blink, I pray blink, turn me inside out
Paint me pretty, leave me to dry
Just another dream, crying me to sleep...
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this is so wonderful, you know... yet showing the effect of present situations...
"Blink, I pray blink, turn me inside out
Paint me pretty, leave me to dry
Just another dream, crying me to sleep..." - Beautiful!!! Short, crisp and resounding!!!
p.s - Words such as "ramification" and "congealed" could have been replaced to lend to the over all effect, I guess. But then, some people live to find faults.
beautiful.."fragmented" & scary...
there in a moment, a blinking touch... grazing the soft watery edges of a half sleeping heart... patting you honey, asking the winds to slow... the little one is on her way to silent dreams that glow.
Love this as always, especially "Just another dream congealed into wasteful prudence"!
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