by Gadarene
I think I dreamt this afternoon of anxious sorts of things
While waiting for the heavens to reveal themselves to me
And, opening my eyes, awash in bits of pixel light
I puzzled in the brightness at the presence of Apollo.
His faded, slender body and his words unsettled me
(The sun is molded plastic if you look too close, you’ll see)
I dreamt I felt a polystyrene glow against my wings
And found myself alone with you in some reality
But, opening my eyes, I saw the colors weren’t right
Then fell into a dream again, down my diurnal hollow.
His faded, slender body and his words unsettled me
(The sun is molded plastic if you look too close, you’ll see)
I felt I saw the truth behind a hundred different phrasings
The hundred different truths I found defied simplicity
So, opening my eyes, I let my instinct guide my sight
And understood the daubs of Vincent, managing his sorrow.
His faded, slender body and his words unsettled me
(The sun is molded plastic if you look too close you’ll see)
I saw I think the consequence that distance never brings
Before you come too close, I want to forge a memory
Of opening my eyes to see your sleepy smile alight:
Through dancing possibilities, the sun will rise tomorrow.