Monday, February 10, 2014

Muted Fluorescents

This is new.
In that I've never been in this place before.
Externally, I've seen my face at this weight,
my hair at this length,
my skin this shade.
But inwardly, my usual heart on sleeve existence
has been misplaced.

I'm subject to the tide,
done with meticulous plans
detailed visions (only part true),
I recently realized that why they call fantasies, fantasies,
is become they don't necessarily ever come true.

In this state of uninvested apathy I find a new kind of freedom,
Do, not focused on feel.

I've evolved.
New light.
Casts shadows


content but lost in ignorance\
happy but aching/
rays of feeling
blur and blend lines
Dr. Time
Fly



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