Recompose

Pick it up
And hold a blue silhouette against the sun
Cut off half your vision
And smell the darkness your eyes have won

Rejecting blindness
Absorb the light

The half you like
The half that’s bright

And continue to breathe

In everything that looks different
A new cause and effect
A brilliant observation
Happily indifferent

Hiding the darker side of light
Behind the half

You reject

These worlds are yours
And yours alone
But mine if you choose to tell
The way the light hits your vision
The way shapes formed when your lids fell

Break

Drowned in the blue ether of influence
Invisible currents reach beyond the afterlife
Of a repressed partner

Past present and future tense
Working harder, and harder

A feeble recognition drips hand in hand
A lonely representation
In violently halved sacrifice

That washes in idle intuition
Worried and not half enticed

The influence needs to crash and break
Red blood of memory returning veins to life
Beyond the death of afterlife

Conclusions disappearing on the wake
Breaking you, after your life

Until that time comes
And the rain stops

To the Left of Your Wide Eye

Panoramic distractions

Visions burrowed into narrow thoughts

The faint sense of something
People
Or some, thing

Walking the landscape that eyes thought
Was never really there

Never really alive
Dry and bare

Scattered memories reach the light
Reminding the mind
That they are real

As each one walks
On the edge of fragile-seeing worlds

Peripheral
And surreal
Scratched into the far edges of life

But something has cracked
And leaked a new light
To bring attention

To everything
Every, thing

That doesn't stand directly in front of you
The ignorant king

Hiding to the left of your eyes
And to the right of your memory

Fake Ideas

Gone are the plastic bonds
Wrapped around arms and face
Transparent as the lips respond
Constricted above the waist

Silver-white lines track the expression
Cold fear precipitated on the surface
Moisture traces each depression
Escaping, flying to something worthless

Freedom

Is the last high

The restriction from a translucent truth
The place where immortal flowers lie
The place where green life is in the proof

Synthetic prisons rise and fall
Like the patterns of the ending seasons
The plastics crunch and crawl

The organic cover of the future,
Madness, and of reason