i_dream_myself
pete "i dream myself a new bound diety
send me down to new york city
and i dont know why"

mournful sunrises into the wakened eyes
might today become what it only strives to be
and pass into the heart of silence?

"are we listening?"

a clammer rises
"as i laugh to myself
as the tears roll down
cause its the world i know"
and i cry into the solid night sky,
filled with azule dreams

"and i don't know why
so i walked upon hieghts
and i stepped to the edge
to see my world below
and i laugh to myself
while the tears i roll down
cause its the world i know"

into a past view passed the grave
of a loved one long lost in the memory
of a life i lived many years ago
unaware of my place in this world
and less aware that this world existed
beyond the small town
and glimpses of shadows
ive seen travelling a few hundred
clicks at most,
mostly east

"its the world i know"
or is the world not to be known
but lost in.

i fall wilfully to heresy
and embrace the pained thought
of words gracing the page
with invisible
indelible
ink that burns into my lungs
the truth behind the words
and the words hidden in empty truths

preciously i declare a sanity
over sanctity
and wish the simplicity
of simple anglo words to befall
my poor unthought of hands
as a day,
at the most,
an hour,
at the least,
fade to mercy

and the days are counted
and pass away
at most
at most,
no,
simply,
at

and i fall into heresy
i awake within a shell
and the shell takes over
tries to direct
the awakened self into a new pattern
or the pattern of old
and tries to direct and fit
what is to be forced and moulded,
only to succeed
and break the will of the will
hiding it behind hidden smiles
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