An Altered State Of Mind
I am as if in the midst of a conundrum.
I can see but I cant watch, hear but
Really dont want to listen. I move, yet
I am still, but walking on the waters of
The rainy Hyades on the dim sea.
I can hold yet cannot touch, I cry but
Do not weep. The salt dries on the face
And yet I cant feel the residue. I write
And imagine yet I dont think and toil.
I Am just a mirror placed in an angle.
You can see a million me's and I can
See a million yous. But its just me at
The funhouse of mirrors and distortion
Of internal images. In a slumber I am