hours of isolation in quiet company,
though, they never seem to appear
as much to your eyes
as they have to mine.
the humming of the television,
dully lulling the visions in the mind
into the shapes
they're made for;
searching synapses and relapses
for just another answer to the mystery
to what's going on,
here in my dreams.
the company stays after i've left,
as they find it comfortable there,
stuck; subconsciously
segregating themselves.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
hours of isolation in quiet company,
though, they never seem to appear
as much to your eyes
as they have to mine.
the humming of the television,
dully lulling the visions in the mind
into the shapes
they're made for;
searching synapses and relapses
for just another answer to the mystery
to what's going on,
here in my dreams.
the company stays after i've left,
as they find it comfortable there,
stuck; subconsciously
segregating themselves.
as if they were all asleep while i walked about for hours, awake.
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