'Where Reason Doesn'T Reason! ' - Poem by guy lipmore
Running from something with out a name, down a water slide.
Floating, but running just the same, swallowed deep inside.......
A vacuum of kaleidoscopes, revolving with every change.
Hanging from paper ropes, ready to jump, but nothing is in range...
Falling slowly down and surfacing within a submarine, to witness a new age,
Looking at an empty screen, occasionally depicting an historic page..
Showing a cavalry charge, but also a parade in a steam plane, it feels insane.
Sitting beside a faceless body, smiling with a cup of stones that's just been made....
Into something quite good, but it tastes very strange, as every one and every thing starts to fade....
Into bulldozing flower men in a plastic park, none of them are really killed.
As the reinforcements disembark, the seeds are only spilled.
..... Into a foreign land translating a different tongue, as an exploring pioneer,
But unable to understand any word he may have said because he had to disappear.
Back to where he was led.... to a land of confusion, of darkness which offers no light,
Then just as sudden, like an illusion, you sense something is so right.....
....Of lounging around a swimming pool, made it big as a film or rock star.
Acting out the part so cool. Attention took, you stare......
At a scene of beautiful girl, feelings in a whirl.
Fantasies revealed, thoughts no longer concealed....
From the depths of despair, or fears,
To the heights of passion or pleasure, maybe joyful tears..........
Emotions cut short, maybe saved by a shock...
Not normally, naturally.
But due to a shout or an alarm clock,
Back to 'normal' or not 'reality'................
Anything, anywhere, anyone, anytime, limitless it seems...
When we experience the borderless world of dreams.........
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