two-legged ants dart
around & through
a holographic city
overcome by
an illusion of order
overwhelmed by
a terrestrial constellation
under cacophonous con(de)struction
six-legged ants dutifully
transport breadcrumbs to tiny
chasms in the mottled dirt
where cool dark silence
briefly mollifies
a holographic planet
under careless (de)construction
Holographic space
Turnstyles to lost hidden Times
Sapient Dreamers Wake
What lies behind the shimmering door,
an elusive stream of light energy ... nothing more
Holographic images that speak
of hazy, future dreams
Postcard holograms of time-folding images ...
Shifting images
Go through the chimera door:
see the future,
was it everything you were hoping for
Share a piece of yourself
that has not developed yet
Shed that part of yourself
that will one day cause so much regret
What lies behind the shimmering door,
an elusive stream of light energy ... or something more
Holographic images that speak
of a clear, future reality
Enter the revolving holographic door,
and go back to the future
Then flash forward to the past,
and bear witness that temporal things don't last
Presently ... as it is written:
all flesh is as grass
In the land of Camelot
Some did see and some did not
Dragons Demons and a Witches’ brew
This is a tale of a Love I once knew
The Warlocks portal did resonate
As the creatures passed through their hellish gate
The Wizard Merlin did magically appear
Warning all that the deception was near
Holographic Love had never been so strong
Lures you and allures you with merriment and song
A damsel in distress I took the call
The illusion began as I climbed it's wall
Now within the Grand Delusion
Love’s thorns put me in seclusion
Was this Love real or was it not?
And yet I thought of myself as Sir Lancelot.
Jan.28.2016
Supernatural
Beams dazzle
Illustrations shape
A character speaks
Pleasantries
Quakes of fear occur
Lullabies eject
From her lips
As she pirouettes
Such color spectrums
Radiate
To mold a queen
You are my hologram
Prismatic paper water mark
to be held at ninety degree angles
in half light from the moon
Pearly sheen and iridescent
protecting the fragile document of the soul
Had I imagined this value,
this hidden virtue,
I would have raised my fingers
so to feel the flush of ink
With color spheres to change
as hazel tint and fire flies
with moon lit orbs of paper eyes...
I would have unwound the world
of seeing things,
to make way, in sleepy velvet rugs
for subtlety.
And, perhaps, in the right light,
you would have seen me as well...
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