the destination of dreams
moments only my mind can move
when weighed with worries
and trapped by the trappings
i seep away
creep away
deep into the hinterland
hinted at by the perceptible
beyond the boundaries of the bodily
into the uncharted terrain
i create for my own diversion
a landscape that cannot be seen
even with my mind's eye
a form that cannot be felt
even with the fingers of my faculties
an earth that exists
only in the imaginings of my ears
an auditory utopia
the soundscape of my sentience
populated by the nonsense
of fragments of fascination
removed from their own environments
and reformed into an evolving collage
pulsing and swirling
describing and destroying
sketching and smearing
ebbing ebulliently
structuring the scenery of my subconscious
leading me through the labyrinth
until i'm lost
in my own static
No comments:
Post a Comment