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. 5 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 10 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.
From the collection "The Sword Inside"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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