I take from a book
I’ve never read
inspiration beyond belief
finding these thoughts
they burn lit like candles
giving light to a darken room
what had walls unseen
also has no floor
space is laughing back
with a gentle breeze
up the throat of time
I call out from lucid sleep
for certainty to wake me
my words are stark and small
dissipating to dust before me
I turn the pages I never see
faster and faster as if anxiety
could read it back to me
there where I was in the book
the pages are now gone
what I never read
knows of me from beyond
belief was bound
I within the hard cover
and then ego embossed
I cannot repeat
from what I know
I cannot say
from what I have heard
for what thoughts light up
I move towards
what senses say
presence hears for me
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