Schizoid capitulation

I comb the crimson dark of eyelids
Far past corporeal eyes, I stare
to force open the third, wish to move

past the beast that bears me
through waking impulse
and view, in virgin, the origin of voice

But it is insanity I embrace
as I stretch reason
toward the unreachable

It is in sleep you have your home,
amorphous judge and pilot

Only when sleep tears down the world
I understand who we are



Poetry by Mikkel Mowinckel
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Written on 2006-10-18 at 03:34

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Mikkel Mowinckel
laugh it up, monkey cup....
2006-10-18


Zoya Zaidi
"It is in sleep you have your home,
amorphous judge and pilot"

As said earlier, you really are unique, Mikkle!

This is a powerful write!

(((hugs)))
Love,
Zoya
2006-10-18


-Angela
wow. awesome.
2006-10-18