About
Times I never lived
They seem to be much
Grander
Than the times I’m living now
I create them like
A dream
All lofty and sublime
Believing there’s
A truth
To the beauty of the lie
They seem to be much
Grander
Than the times I’m living now
I create them like
A dream
All lofty and sublime
Believing there’s
A truth
To the beauty of the lie
Here
and
There
Holdover from a time
Of neon
Air-con
And movin’ on
I love being
In the places
I might only imagine
From a sci-fi author’s words
I love to photograph them
Then tweak the image
To enhance
Their oddity
Revealing greens
And blues
Ambers and golds
While the clouds
So softly textured
Puffs of greys and whites
And many more
Will come and go
In the lifetime
Left to me
Thus they shone
Close to bone
A feat not
Taken lightly
Until
The rain
Did fail
Such a road promises
Adventure, beauty, discovery
And the longer I follow it
The further inside myself I see
Getting there
To a place without feeling
I find a wasteland of being
An emptiness
In the midst of plenty
No. No, no.
Divine
I mean divine.
Greetings traveler:
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