he thought the border
was a line, between two spaces,
two tongues
or
a no man’s land
where imagined demons
slithered through the night
or,
when dreaming,
a door, to another world,
yet still a flatland
but he dreamed little
and
when I told him
the border
was the slit eye of a fish
immersed in waves without words
a place where sound
could be tasted
and a scent seen
as clearly as scarlet sky
and light inhaled
as a suckled symphony
when I told him this
he asked what two worlds
this border defined
as if my words
had been heard by his ears
rather than tasted
as the sweetest lies
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
he thought the border
was a line, between two spaces,
two tongues
or
a no man’s land
where imagined demons
slithered through the night
or,
when dreaming,
a door, to another world,
yet still a flatland
but he dreamed little
and
when I told him
the border
was the slit eye of a fish
immersed in waves without words
a place where sound
could be tasted
and a scent seen
as clearly as scarlet sky
and light inhaled
as a suckled symphony
when I told him this
he asked what two worlds
this border defined
as if my words
had been heard by his ears
rather than tasted
as the sweetest lies
maybe one has to have taken hallucinogenic drugs to get this mystical one
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