rub these painted dreams
essence casting forth into
souldark stars
the chill of open space
i float [we all float]
i carry the burdens of
flesh to the realm spirit
the talk to those babbles
i dream the nights &
i dream the days &
i have no bearings to
hold myself moored
free, but not liberated
i reach out to anything
there is
nothing
nothing
nothing
to hold back the tide
inside
the froth and foam
bubbling acid etching
my self of self
and the tears, so base
cutting the wind
blades of ice
i wait here,
in this mad place
and i wait in vain
© Michael Raven
Ohhhhh Michael. This is gorgeous. Read it several times because it’s just that wonderful. You’re brilliant.
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