Worlds Outside The Lines Poem by Ricky Lewis

Back to myself I cannot describe
Infinity beyond words as if they
Melt in memory blood safety is not
More than a solitary dream within

And I question it, can I discern
The secrets of a lost mind can I really learn

Millennium brain fearing its creator
Endless oceans of sand but from afar
A sight of cosmos as such a fantasy
The dragons eye has closed once more

Have I been told the dream of god, the closest call
Contacted from a higher realm I know my name after all
I talk to the man in the grave he tells me the signs
Disasters and margins and worlds outside the lines

A quest of paradoxical rites, invocated
Sky is churning itself into inspiration
As I am sucked under an acid world
Acrid words are no more than a thought

Monolithic beast rises again
To deform a world it fought to win
A lava storm in a planet of ice
The universe knows no bounds

Reaching for the simple equation

Consumption of a soul sucked into the hole
Where the dimension fails to desecrate
All fates and creates and is within for me
Call out for the word who speaks its tongue

Have I been told the dream of god, the closest call
Contacted from a higher realm I know my name after all
I talk to the man in the grave he tells me the signs
Disasters and margins and worlds outside the lines