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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The escape comes as a bright and numbing sonata In a violent shove towards the future Where the nights seem sacred - somehow And the monsters stand still In their deformed expressions And their blasphemous eyes And I walk beneath, beside, above Away from the grasping delirium of consciousness That tugs at the heart on my sleeve Oh, so ecstatically But I am the conspiracy to life And they cannot have it anymore The notion of fire that rocks in my bowels Now dismantles my walls and my statuettes And I am free to move - to go To insanity so lucid as it never was I will never be broken again And I will stomp on my enemies ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
"To insanity so lucid as it never was" I love that line. It expresses perfectly that frantic state of mind that makes objects look like glass. This is another good poem from you. You paint really good pictures of these outer worlds. The only thing that could be improved is the structure. Your style really lends itself to perfectly equal lines and a fixed pattern. You know that. But sometimes when you write out of fury you really can't do it. :) | Posted on 2008-11-17 00:00:00 | by Paradox | [ Reply to This ] | |