Small short, slow chords play profoundly quiet in my mind
each out of place in the many symphonies available to find
strike me harshly inside my own being and past flesh
circling in the hollow reaches of what I have left
Is this a home for the lost melodies of dreamers?
Do I dare delve deep down into those thoughts at the edges of never?
Paralyzed properly by my own indecisions
I am helpless to witness blind these intricate blind visions
bone, nerve and blood have become echoes of any feeling
yet I know even here I am in a state of being
what I have known cannot aid my understanding of now
I can only think, tinker in turmoil over the whys and how.
Numb from experiencing a rush of the unexplained
I use my aimless sight to peer out my local window pane
unbound by any form of reality I can pecieve myself away
into the valleys and jagged arches of real nature
moving in no true interest or plans to stay
until I can return back with the impact of a fracture.
I gasp and cough, doubling over in the sudden return
skin touch cold al come back easily in tow
droplets of sudden warmth fall on my brow
looking up standing in the starting rain and not knowing how
I heard, no I know of what it is to be in the here and now.
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