O to escape the throes of reality!
O to shatter the shackles of ambition!
O to wriggle free from the white-knuckled grasp of foresight!
My soul would leap wildly from the ledge,
to dive – twisted, gyrating, and splayed – into formless existence!
Time would dissolve!
Distinction melt!
And my being would float forever amid the dust
and the ages and the reflected sunlight!
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 3:20 AM UTC
O to escape the throes of reality!
O to shatter the shackles of ambition!
O to wriggle free from the white-knuckled grasp of foresight!
My soul would leap wildly from the ledge,
to dive – twisted, gyrating, and splayed – into formless existence!
Time would dissolve!
Distinction melt!
And my being would float forever amid the dust
and the ages and the reflected sunlight!
