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Allison Toby
Poems
Jan 2012
Its a process...
I am deep.
I am discovering different layers of myself.
I am exploring levels I did not know existed.
Madness.
Mellow madness.
Is the sun rising, or setting?
Perhaps both?
If I stare to long I might fall into another world.
With another sun.
Another clock.
Another space.
First I must cross through darkness and never look back.
I am not sure if this is inviting,
but I cant look away.
I believe I must change my state of consciousness
or I might explode.
So calm.
Yet Livid.
I draw without intent.
I discover new parts of the I.
The eye.
Holding the key to a place beyond my reality,
into my imagination,
and through the gates into an octave unknown.
Am I alone?
Perhaps its just me and the sunrise.
Perhaps there is just the sunset.
Always rising.
Always setting.
Serene and psychotic.
Peace and chaos.
Existing as one.
In a ball of black smoke.
...I need a place to breathe.
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Allison Toby
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