A thin line in the distance
Dancing like a thread in a breeze
Of the minds whispered thoughts
At the speed of light
Getting closer and further all at once
Dimming and brighting all at once
Crying and laughing all at once
Dying and giving birth all at once
Sorrow when out of reach
Dreams of transparent words
Dripping water to the ground
Slowly dissipating the explination
Until the thought exists no more
Darkness fills empty spaces
Looking into the void
New words appear and dissapear
Lost again as time takes on no meaning
Open eyes. Close Eyes. Open Eyes.
Blink Carelessly, cautiously.
ReplyDeleteOnce, twice, again -- again.
Look not to shadowed unveilings
of sunspot coincidences synchronized
at light-speed space-time.
For what once is all occurred?
Closely integrated to awakening sights
transpired in dreams of transpired
words: love, laugh, birth, break.
Sublimity careens against our cheek.
Light your emptiness lithely,
near and far, to share
what novel emotions caress explicitly
and grate implicitly 'til heaps
surmount to something trivially mean.
Blink carefully, recklessly.
Open the distances, close necessity.