19 Sep A Poem: Really Abstract.
*This story is entirely a work of fiction.*
Walking along the finest of threads, the floor made a heavy burden seem light with each step.
Curtains encapsulated the eyelids,
The sounds were as treacherous as pure wisdom to an un-idled mind,
The onslaught of visual stimulations the realm of communication was like a kaleidoscope,
Colliding mind-waves paved the way to antennae-like perceptions,
The integration of the gray matter created a ladder to the control of consciousness,
The integration, spirit-like, drifted to my finger-tips, pressed upon paper, read like brail, seen like hieroglyphics, eyes closed, opened internal doors, slowly intermingled with the oxygen of breath,
There was a pattern,
Like an equation,
Rust the problem,
Trust the solvent,
The solution seemed clear,
The novel marveled at the marble-like tablets,
Etched at the surface, can’t delete what was written in stone,
Alone, a loan on vacancy,
The walls were starched,
Accurate like the arch from a bow & arrow,
I wrote… medicinally speaking,
Thinking like a philosopher,
The loss of words were later found,
That’s the epitome of philosophy,
Ideas that float, not to be held,
Melted down like precious gold,
What does life hold?
For a forever soul…
Molded into life-changing events,
Sent from somewhere,
A lair, a cavern, a tavern,
Three places preserved,
Tables turned like propeller blades,
As I walked around,
The acoustics from the natural sound,
Were more pleasant,
Than I had previously remembered,
Abstract picks up the slack,
When the road forward seems impossible,
Impressive impressions preview through the tunnel.
Blind eyes… see again.