In my mind, I am running, walking, and laying upon the paths, revisiting familiar tracks created in the past by treading a hundred laps. Quite an old friend, is obsession, unsurpassed A world I find myself in while luxuriating in introspection -- the sun of this macrocosm: my thoughts are now a planet. Cradled in its orbit, which stole me like a bandit, I ride the elliptic ferry of space-time, incurring dilation so that when the clock chimes it appears Ive aged differently from the rest of my kind. A melody with rhythm; recurring sequences play throughout a special song as I comfortably sway to motions that my body knows straight away. The song is a cloud, resting atop my shoulders, invisible, but with enough weight as it lowers that I can sense it is the motive sower A spirit, wandering the earthly plane, is bound to living memories shes retained. Her poignant echo, although constrained vibrates endlessly on walls of pain -- erected when they broke her wings. Now she chants these words, and how she clings, but she chants since shes forgotten things.
Posted on: Mon, 26 May 2014 06:45:36 +0000
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