Aug 292011

   A psyche's inscape's treacherous,
   As alive with dangers as with bliss;
   The purple outcrop of a mental rock
   Cripples the supple Muse and mocks.

   Caught between imagination and the dream
   The mind's barriers dissolve at the seams;
   The motivating carnivals of lurid emotions
   Cycles us like actors thru smoky memories and scenes.

   Here we're running, running on the borderline
   Half-unaware of the tailored baggage we've brought,
   Half-amnesiac about the burdens dropped,
   Drunk on our own lucubrant blood like wine.

   Blindfolded eyes foretell dark prophecies
   When we cannot see that we cannot see.

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