
In this age of refracted reality
the magic pull of certain vagaries of truthiness
ensnarl, swirling flames and celestial gloom,
the state of permanent sleeplessness
hypnotized into confusion and wonder.
Not too scared, never outside your comfort zone,
a life of nothing more than sensation,
the bewitching bond of desire,
and a terrifying romantic nightmare,
conjure up worlds, present and beyond,
arresting speculations of unmitigated folly.
Lethargy and decisiveness of every single attenuated moment –
metal, bone, blood, ash,
fragments that lack context,
relentlessly empty and ugly,
long centuries of ghosts woken from their sleep.
All that you have done compressed in the ocean
of sympathetic imagination.
❤
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It’s an age of refracted reality, that’s for sure. Nice poem / photo combination.
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Thanks!
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ocean of sympathetic imagination. brilliant summatio.Sent from my T-Mobile 4G LTE Device
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Thanks Bill
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