May 7, 2004
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‘walls’ of belief...
Hanging
on a wall
of mirrors
monotones so monotonous
in colourless…reflect
what I see…it saw
a glass ceiling
beyond…a mirage shimmering
between…my felt now
and my, reflection
ones hazily steeped
‘melded’…in the couch
of shadowy truths
my nights dreams
of inner twilights
some mulled
clear in percept
or precept…acknowledged
others stir
muddied in nuance…
mere whiffs…sucked and drawn
inhaled..in stoned express
from deep within
the dormance
of ‘our’ stasis
unbroken by enact..or ‘choice’
frozen in the cold
of endless…wishful wait
for gifts
of warmth and promise
seeds…of harvest
for hungers gnawing
craving…for a future
to feed who
me…I wonder
will it be
a mirage…destined
or by the rudder
of limited ‘choice’
to fade and lie
deadened…its flesh
squeezed of substence
turning cool…
in hollowed denial
of seperate…realities
ones…
in detach…’adjudged’
ruled…in conclusion
as an illusion nurtured
perhaps…by delusion
of impaled convictions
nailed…
on a cross borne
the ultimate crucifix
awaiting resurrection
and deliverence
by hanging on
on ‘walls’…symbolic
in imagine
as an article…of faith
the ‘armour’ of life
or bars
of its prison…
Who…can tell…
what is what…for sure
