Insurmountable
Pen in hand,
I sit.
Facing the fireplace
Where castles are in the sky
I start the technology,
I sit.
Back to solid
Mind in constant collision
Pen in hand,
I sit.
I start to think
To immortalize thoughtlessness.
I travel antifuture,
I sit.
The creation wonders
Imagination suffices.
Pen in hand,
I sit.
Feet seemingly planted
Hands pretend to feel.
I allow that which wanders to leave,
I sit.
Solid yet invisible
A living ghost
Pen in hand,
I sit.
Living beneath a veil
Shadowy memories flit.
I disguise fear,
I sit.
Within an atmosphere
Of timeless cruely.
And then I get up.
And all thats enchanted,
Breaks like wings,
On a fluttery butterfly.
Crushing dreams,
The pen falls.
2007-09-07
02:43:39
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