Sprung forth from the box of assorted dreams
Of such intricate and delicate intimacies,
Ecstasies which are poised upon the golden
needle of such simple disharmonies
where memory-chimes mechanically
spin and twist of those endearing melodies ...
As the dancer crashes
through the brittle glass
of all these enchantments,
flung by some ancient spell
reborn of some new emotion-
Caste into the silver lattice
web of strings & shadows
of the creature that feeds
upon their dreams
The pain that I hear is like a distant roll of thunder,
as the love that I feel travels farther & further away ...
I sit quietly upon the highest ledge I can find
And close my eyes, as death sings
me another lullabye- As I light a
fresh cigarette, so much like all
those I had smoked before-
Dreaming myself awake in dark colors,
as I have half convinced myself
that when I open my eyes,
I have only endure and survived,
all only in one night,
of what terrible things the mind
can create to torture the spirit-
Just some another mad Frankenstein
that must shock its own creation
back to life, and thus become pursued
by it to the ends of the world-
And in that, pushed back unto the ice
and thus convinced that I
must open my eyes again-
Even though I don't really know why
The pain that I hear is like a distant roll of thunder,
as the love that I feel travels farther & further away ...
Sprung forth from the box of assorted dreams
Of such intricate and delicate intimacies,
Ecstasies poised upon the golden
needle of such simple disharmonies
where memory-chimes mechanically
spin and twist of those endearing melodies ...
As yet another dancer crashes
through the brittle glass
of all these enchantments,
compelled by some ancient spell
darkness reborn of some new emotion
Caste headlong into the silver lattice
web of strings & shadows
of the mindless creature that feeds
upon their dreams
And the pain that I hear is like a distant roll of thunder,
as the love that I feel travels farther, so much further away ...
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