The Weary Traveler
In the sunlit prisons of your mindLies a slumbering demon
One that has been for eons
Lying in wait
Seething with hesitant anticipation
Awaiting a miscalculation
In your logic machine
Your fall is but a footstep away
And the falling is eternal
The discordant waveforms of an imprisoned infinity
Gives way to the hollow glare of the immediate vicinity
Is there a secret deep within the most hidden?
Can it be that we are part of an ancient mystery?
Or are you really just merely going mad
Is my eXistenZ
A temporary insanity
A haunting genetic echo
Of a lost heritage
Whose legacy still slowly unfolds
I have a gnawing doubt that lies
In the back of my mind
That a dream has just begun
And these dreams belong to another one
Still and forever more
There is a knock knocking on my door
The wind just blew my mind away
And a jackdaw just flew off with an ashtray
I will be here and there again today
So let me shake your hand
There where you stand
While the globules land
Here right in my hand
Poetry by Firehawk
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Written on 2005-10-26 at 02:49
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