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Dreams of the Sick and Weak
Contributed by
Bunni
on
Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 08:29:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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thoughts, thoughts
dream me a dream
a colourful portrait on a smooth sheet of ice
i feel like i could die right now
and my thoughts are so clear
-crisp and alive-
i feel like i could drown in my dreams
in this unpolluted state of mind
and though, now, i am sick-'tis true-
i feel as though i could fly
and even when i am awake and alert
on my regular days
it's just when i'm sick
and fading from sleep
that everything is so clear and axenic
and my thoughts seem to be bottomless
and it's in those deep sweet dreams
that everything is twisted
yet it makes so much sense to me-
am i finally going overboard?
...
thoughts, thoughts
dream me a dream
like one does when submerging in pain
that bright, clear line is shown to me,
and it's only now that i can see
with my senses dulled
and mybrain fogged
that the line shines
with a crisp, alive light
showing me a colourful portrait
seemingly painted on a thin sheet of ice
--end--
Copyright ©
Bunni
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2004-04-12 20:29:28] (Date/Time posted on
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