ideas stem from dreams
become beauty
and rise like steam
images sink
under the weight of cognition
with volition
with vision we rise
and encounter
our counter transference
with the gods
they project our humanity
through icy hearts
called stars
so far away what can we say
is it possible to reach them
or do they stay immutable
immaculate and innocent
we are the children
of discontentment
her back like gold
her back like a river
i wish to drink
from the mouth of that valley
her eyes are two oceans
that meet in treacherous channels
waves swell at her brow
i drown in this music
i awake in this storm of love
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
ideas stem from dreams
become beauty
and rise like steam
images sink
under the weight of cognition
with volition
with vision we rise
and encounter
our counter transference
with the gods
they project our humanity
through icy hearts
called stars
so far away what can we say
is it possible to reach them
or do they stay immutable
immaculate and innocent
we are the children
of discontentment
her back like gold
her back like a river
i wish to drink
from the mouth of that valley
her eyes are two oceans
that meet in treacherous channels
waves swell at her brow
i drown in this music
i awake in this storm of love
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