Dimensional Travel Horrors
I travel through the black holes in my head
Not a true kingdom beyond
the **** of daily patterns
How many lives wanted
created between fates
Oblivious to actuality
How much of reality lost!
Artifactual
A flow of blood that coats everything
All that history warning
and waking
An eye that opens never closes
Continuence is this violence of remember
Nothing can be touched let alone unraveled
My body cleansed of that dust that crowd at all
ones limits discovered
Escape plotted in the slow creeping carnage
of the everyday masquarade until one day
an entire generation will proclaim its own
vision
May our children bring forth the actuality
Copyright © Ryan Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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