unearthly recollections addle the mind
coerced delusions dance infinitely inside a loop
static waves filter out reality
reinventing matter one molecule at a time

memories exist as a movie
written by a writer no longer here
tho the scenes are a muse of my life
images deny present conceptions
questions endure with no answers

twisted mazes lead somewhere
I think I may know the landing
but today it is a blur
tomorrow may bring crispness
however I am yet ripe

how much longer must this go on
until answers point towards solutions
or is my rational mind something amiss
that should be forsaken
as the wind?

06/05/2005

Posted on 06/06/2005
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