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| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Thursday, May 04, 2006, 7:33:00 PM | permalink |
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Eyes closed, my world complete darkness See, feel, touch, not Floating forever, space debris in vacuum The familiar voice calls from somewhere distant Vague whispers, soft nothings, beckoning Me, hesitant dweller of the hazy realms of sleep Met my summoner's face, right in the eyes Did I? Did she? Did who? Knew what? Watching movies with a theatre of chain smokers The sunlight feels warm upon my legs Beneath my cocoon cover of comforting Open my eyes to greet a golden morning Feeling a sense of unexplained bliss Laid still, staring at the ceiling, dazed And then the chemical fuzzies wear away And then I'm angry Decipher the meanings Deepest memories conjuring frail realities Hurled the protesting blanket out a million miles Threw away the reassurances of the pillow Fully, completely, red-eyed awake in a bleak bed Immersed my face in ice-cold water Then stared right back hard at me in the eye. Bitter reality life is better than disneyland subconcious lies. |
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