It comes again, this time as a crack
between the curtains by the window pane,
a vague disdain, or a dark alley
always though, a spectre,
haunting the remnants of my peace-
now a residue, long ago left in wake

Its divine serenity, offering  salvation
From the madness of existence,
whose pedantic, languid game,
offers no refrain, from the evisceration of sanity

sweet simplicity, mingle with the faint aroma
of the complex, lurid, abstraction of intention,
beyond comprehension, it awaits my return

Detach from being, seek purpose,
for it will not find me,
nor destiny, between the sickly,
sallow face, of the commonplace

escape,
Will it deliver me from these gray corridors?
Walls, closing in,
asphyxiation of hope, no recompense,
to live is to die, and yet...

promises,
A contingency plan,

A moonlit pasture, an eternal ocean,
No emotion, and yet, all,
The epitome of totality, a total epiphany,
and now,
undulation of comprehension,
matched only by the clear,
sweet, sense of purpose, crystallizing,
like frozen dew drops,
in the back of my mind.

It's about my secret desire to leave everything behind and experience all the hidden beauty that the world has to offer.

Thoughts?

Post edited at 2:17 am on Oct. 16, 2009 by cutie2

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