Of what we cannot explain. This is no metaphor to me, but a reality. To you, it is what you wish, for I do not dictate your thoughts. Enjoy. View table of contents...

Submitted: Jul 1, 2008    Reads: 28    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Confusion does not describe

This sense of unmitigated being

This blatantly open simplicity

The epitome of surreal thoughts

Of surreal acts

Of surreal beings

There is no poetry here

No cadence

No meter

No rhyme

There are only words

Like a thousand Doves in Winter’s sky

Only there

Never understood

It does not flow

It is a blur

It is a trifle thought

Only half-real

Feelings lost

Feelings found

Just there

Or not there at all

Like a thousand Doves in Winter’s sky

They do not

Fly against the background

But with it

Luminescent

Lustrous

Lustful

Desiring nothing particular

Everything indifferent

Insouciant

Confusion does not describe

Like a thousand Doves in Winter’s sky

This sense of inexorability

This sense of oblivion

There is no poetry here

There is no poetry here

There is no poetry here

Then nothing is here.

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Comments:

Ichi Clairvoyance

=O
If I had a pop tart it would be falling out of my mouth... that's... wow. It's.... wow.

Posted: Jul 1, 2008

Author Comment:

=^.^= I can just picture you in pajamas eating a pop tart, so cute! I'm glad you liked this piece, it is a bit... different for me.

Breezi

Brilliant! Darling that was acquisite I could use some of your talent please continue reading me and I will continue to read you.

Posted: Jul 8, 2008

Author Comment:

Can do.
Thank you very much for the comment.

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