Land of Delete, Cont
i'm slipping an sliding in, glancing up, then down, gazing at the most perfect smiling frown... 'get up!' from across the room spoke the dark, i slipped out of awake into another dream, like the year before, i'd thought better than to open the door, after all i could sleep no more -
there was no light, to light her piano ocean, this is where wire framed figures come alive, drifting in and out of her golden silver shore. blinking, red lights in a corner record as an audience of a thousand one hundred eleven watch in silence, as we dance, one one two three five and on -
the point, is the beautiful painful punctuation of this place, glowing blurring time and space, moon songs shuffle like dj amor, and wishes of baby's breath, new found rak lacking clarity.
please take my hand nurse, the isolation the desolation seem too complete, sing the song of a healers intention, so the night finds light and my sleep -
nothing ever sits as it set out to be, everything is more than before to one and none, as the billboard standards whisper, welcome, to the land of delete -
Copyright © Jim Cross | Year Posted 2015
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