Mind is a Jumble
the method you mention is madness, a dancing repetition
moving behind the eyes, a variety of senses and images
looking for a sense of gravity to pull details aside
and setting personality into place, as if it were the face
shifting and sensing as it is, this realism defined
of which we seem to be living inside this phantom ride
ghosting the risk of disgrace, playing in games of fate before
this life has many curiosities, opens many of the doors
itself the chamber in which fate has placed us to be tamed
the inner beasts, that lead us to attack ourselves at length
the meaning has grabbed the many by the sensitive parts
breaking down barriers that appear unstoppable, from even within god’s heart
the motion makes this spiraling mechanism turn rancid
without the root of a stable orientation to the outside
whirled around to access the vital rise of this deep
what is it we are trained to see, that we cannot perceive?
otherwise, we are trapped beyond this sleep, a mirrored projection
Posted by :\_khet on October 24th, 2013 in poetry archives. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.