I Love You, But it's All in My Head
How many worlds spin on in our minds
While linear time plods on outside
Magic encounters a boundless realm
While exterior cynical reason sees life.
Half patterned thoughts dance in formless charm
While the eyes define what is real
Consciousness keeps up it's postmodern show
All that we touch, is not all we feel.
(1998)
While linear time plods on outside
Magic encounters a boundless realm
While exterior cynical reason sees life.
Half patterned thoughts dance in formless charm
While the eyes define what is real
Consciousness keeps up it's postmodern show
All that we touch, is not all we feel.
(1998)
posted by samsarajade at 8:35 AM
1 Comments:
I think your poetry is great. It must run in the family, your brother's poetry is excellet too.
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