Realming dimensions 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th of 12. I just think of eternity when 8 is mentioned. Where does thought stop and word begin? Does sense flow into feeling? How does choice reach a given goal? Questions. Questions. No answers. I reach for a distance, another dimension, I travel higher and as the skies clear, I begin to hear the clarity of thought which is so undefined when grounded. Infiltration, distillation – you caught me suspended in space free of motion. Enviable space, endless sound….slowed: slowed right down so the millisecond becomes an hour and then you see the individual grain of sand, sea, star, land; all of creation to let us think and now divided into the nation. Did he choose, our father? Did he change our future? Thy son. Did he sense the time? Our Holy Spirit. I think of you, I think of the people and the history before or in front of us, what each thinks, whether religion is our war and belief is our weapon? Does truth fall upon innocent minds? Independent, individual understanding, a hereditary ritual. Did Freud or Darwin believe a certain path or create their own? My question does not fall in a current particular zone.
Dreamer’s time, illusive space
Not giving anything away
I show you no face
Sumner’s Tale, Holy Grail
Immaculate Proof; Madonna’s Youth
I see the past wearing Fuschia pink
Transclucent spectacles, a vivid image
Distorted glances
Becoming advances
Progressive nature, you led me
To this distant time
Travelling thoughts; silent words
I chose to run through your instrumental pen.
I do despise the mirror’s gift
More fear the eyes of another and wonder
What they think?
I ponder, I recreate a lie
For discomfort or for pain?
Repentance – this sin is over
Freedom, I will discover
Sacred Love, I can find another.
Innocent blue eyes I remember so much
I chose to hurt myself
Forget the myth, this story has been told
But my feelings for you will never grow old.
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