i have wandered where light flew like feathers
where wind is icy as glass
the edge of the world is the path we walk
this i have found, the meaning of which whispers
did i dream that the world would begin?
that we lived in the prototype of existence
messy, brilliant electricity
and dreams in the imagining of gravity
to fly in the key of hero, high alto
i thought to follow into the detail
where love carved infinitesimal rollercoasters
to find myself in the struggle to believe
for winter wind to slap me awake
and out of the breath of time
the voice that told me i had never been lost
the fear was the illusion
and i found i had gone higher than the dreaming
nothing but the fluttering of fire
where everything let go, like infinity
Reflection
8:46pm friday, 9th january
Someone made this. It reminds me of Schizophrenia at its worst stages.....When the mind is in total chaos bouncing everywhere......
Reflection
