Saturday, December 17, 2011

Vicinity of reality


The vicinity of reality
Never stretches out wide.
It narrows my view,
To the flesh I hate and
The lives I love.
The short vacuums of days and nights,
Filling itself with words and lies.
Words amuse me with their stories,
Lies teach me not to trust those stories.
My world, it seems, have grown smaller and sober
But worms in my body have replicated,
One from another, another from other.
These windows, locked but transparent windows,
Some won’t let me in and some do.
I wish I could unlock them all
Just to see the color, the texture,
The dim reddish light and then the mirror.
Am here! In my house of morbid dreams,
I wait with an open window,
Gazing at this world of shrinking reality
And my body of crawling confusions.

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