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The Question by Ryan BauerWhat will be my accomplishment,
loosing these cold fires upon my psyche...
Will I have an end?
Will I have a beginning?
I do not know if I am anymore.
Alive
or dead.
Both or niether.
Am I?
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I can only continue
to look upon foreign vistas
beyond aethereal threshholds,
my hand grasping
the solid doorhandle at my side
I hold on as my bright eyes
open to swallow the dark view:
faded flashes
saturate all existence,
engulfing forces
inside the mind;
flickering pulses dissonate,
each time unfocused.
Dimly I see a tempest wind
and struggle to interpret myself.
A mouth barely makes itself heard
over the sound and the fury.
This is my voice,
but is it me? 04/29/2007 Author's Note: This poem is a contemplation within a dream(not literally, but if I could choose my dreams I would dream this), and it is showing self-conflict, and identity definition.
Posted on 05/02/2007 Copyright © 2010 Ryan Bauer
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