Pouring from the sky
the epicenter of mourning
redeems itself in his eyes

the head somewhat ruffled
peeled back
as each atom swirls through eyelids
awakening him from
slumber

but under the fashions of sheets
crawling through the branches
reaching over his face licking the
language creeping from his mouth

another dream beckons

and awakens the sirens copulating
on moss covered rocks
whispering seductions as the
victim twirls in his bed
reaching and rubbing
scrubbing and sacrificing
the new born day a figment
of imagination

a fortune left as a fingerprint
in his mind's eye

the eyes muddy, trying to focus

the netherworld of the brain
a temptation lost again to time

leaves him breathless, deciphering:
how will he ever know if it is real
when the world is
chemical
calculated
cold

07/01/2005

Author's Note: waking up after dreams that question what the hell this world really is, what is reality, where are we going, what is consciousness, is there a soul, why cant I know the answers to these questions, the invasiveness of technologies, the loss of humanity...things i wake up to every day of my life

Posted on 07/01/2005
Copyright © 2023 Curt Allday