My mind rests in a calm place,
Deep between the ice cold and the sea bed.
My ingestion is piriton.
The tone of my voice is dry,
My tongue knows THC.
My eyes are yellow and dull –
To your noise, i’m asleep,
yet also, wide awake looking into you;
vividly behind the silhouette curtain of my own creations.
To your noise, i am asleep,
Dazed by the beautiful imaginations that dramatizes before me,
it transports me upward through thick and dark clouds,
the sun has fled, but there’s light.
Things i don’t fathom eerily smile back at me.
T’is tranquil and colorful here,
tranced.
Do we share an addiction?
a sweetness uncontrollable?
“this road, this path of no boundary moralism,
death angel lurks on the confines such as these”, so says a voice of guilt and direction.
I tarry not,
I awake from slumber, humming
“it was sweet knowing you’.
2012
