Monday, April 25, 2011

There There



I never notice it when I blink


Perhaps lightness is the absence of darkness, and not the other way around


And perhaps that is why I only see the black check boxes


The double vision trompe l'oeil confuses me by erasing the thin line between reality and sub-consciousness


I hope the bell of wisdom will chime loud enough to wake me, 


and that the reflection will show me everything but myself.



Sunday, April 17, 2011

Passage

The passage leads not to the land of Bliss, but of liberation


The passage closes on those who judges a person not by his speech and thoughts, but by who he is


 The passage ends in front of a door


 The door, covered by layers and layers of web, says:


in neon lighting, vaguely visible through the sequined weaving of the web.


I froze. Along with my mind, my body, my soul, and their time.






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