I sink too deeply
into the reflections of my being
and in this pithy mirror I see
all that has become me.
tracing the fibers in reverse
every memory dispersed
churning out the eldest curse
loosely piled unspoken words
thoughts become, ubiquitously
a visual soliloquy
entwined with all the subtle dreams
that shape present realities
entrancing eyes toward morphing scenes
the air has now become a sea
of every possibility
that ever could have been
and I swim so gracefully
in the ocean of could-be's
holding onto this pristine
moment ever so closely
close enough that
I can see
clearly
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 1:31 PM UTC
I sink too deeply
into the reflections of my being
and in this pithy mirror I see
all that has become me.
tracing the fibers in reverse
every memory dispersed
churning out the eldest curse
loosely piled unspoken words
thoughts become, ubiquitously
a visual soliloquy
entwined with all the subtle dreams
that shape present realities
entrancing eyes toward morphing scenes
the air has now become a sea
of every possibility
that ever could have been
and I swim so gracefully
in the ocean of could-be's
holding onto this pristine
moment ever so closely
close enough that
I can see
clearly
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