Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Raccoon Got Stung in a Bee Square






Two minutes; the concept of time is insignificant




Bitter in sound, the door shuts
Subtle in meaning, the gap lengthens




She asks, the blue or the red pill?





Blink, blink, I start to see heaven in her eyes





50 stars dissipate gradually, one by one, 





 the last two strive to remain taintless and forgiven






Armed in gold and precious stones, but still believe in miracles





Maybe, just maybe, Y as in yes, at least, or Y as in you






I can't see what's in the front, and neither can you
We lie calmly in the stream, inexplicably balanced
against gravity and coming force




Perspectives shift, from far






to near,






too close. Everything else is merely a blur. But I don't care







Here, I offer you a key, but it's up to you to choose which door it unlocks  







I'm staying for the feeling, not for anything else








Beep, 307AM. Time's up dreamer





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