I swim
through the ocean
of my own consequence
one I've forged
with my own neurons and
feeble synapses.
I traverse
this plane
existing as I do by
the seat of
my own trouser legs
frayed edges show
only in the closest
of light.
I float
Backwards in my own
consciouness, my
existance a waking
moving riddle
my own eyes,
the eggs
on the skillet of
this reality.
this constant
cosmic breakfast is
a mystery to me...
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
I swim
through the ocean
of my own consequence
one I've forged
with my own neurons and
feeble synapses.
I traverse
this plane
existing as I do by
the seat of
my own trouser legs
frayed edges show
only in the closest
of light.
I float
Backwards in my own
consciouness, my
existance a waking
moving riddle
my own eyes,
the eggs
on the skillet of
this reality.
this constant
cosmic breakfast is
a mystery to me...
copyright fhw, 2013
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