Of Deepest Dream II
Deep inside the deepest realms where I reside
Were fragments of the day's holocaust
Finds windows to darkest dreams
So dark they can gestate resinate contemplate
Sinister things and ancient beings were
There be nightmares, my inner sight dares
As days cast forms into thoughts
Cresting deep into empty cluttered halls
These crowed rooms of my disorderly mine
They like briars from a windy shore where waves
Roar along a desolate beach blares white fleeting
Feeling something dark dire oily reeks
I find it stuck…
Deep in my mind like seedlings both
of horror and divine germinate resonate
with wild fantasies like tornadoes decimating my soul,
my dreamscapes where mental hurricanes conspire.
As deities flock like ravens at black masses
the burning landscapes…
Passes.
They breakdown the daily images,
the ethereal words, the feelings at play
recycle it back to my decay…
These things can be inspiring
or insane but found in the deepest of my dreams…
One can find new worlds
to explore alternative realities…
Were I may decide to roam,
or to know different universes
or to burn the worlds, my inner soul
In the deepest of dreams or nightmares, bold!
or
annihilate this rarest of earth.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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