July 16, 2003
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trapped
I was trapped inside a dream
Its walls were hours
The hours contradicting emotions
And time was never ending
I searched the room
It was my room
And my ghost was in every thing
But I wasn’t there
I looked outside and saw them
Realities stripped of their names
Passing without passing
Looking at me with nobody’s eyes
I looked inside again
The room was my room
My ghost was in everything
But I wasn’t there
Why am I not here?
Where being lacks nothing
Always full of itself
Always the same
Outside?
A bundle of reflections
Clarities uncertain
Fixed in its changes
I closed my eyes
It was time to rest
It will all be there tomorrow
For time never ends
Comments (8)
interesting
hmm it’s kinda nice. but too tough for me to understand.
I wrote a poem so similar to that it is eerie… on some topics you and I think alike
ah, still no net access.
doing my best.
miss you, my lotus.
i hope youre enjoying yourself out there.
The night is a grand mystery .
Michel
Love
sad to say I haven’t been resting well lately, and your poem says it well (for me).
reflections and ghosts
mirror half thoughts and images
In hyperbolic cosmic color
they dance and take gostreque shapes
and inform …
A different message
each day though
comes from a semi Baysian updation
of lifes experience and one irrationality
Dream on dear Lotus,
The constellation of such images
may take shape and bloom!
I’d dream
a few hundred random dreams
for just one such.
Sleep Tight.