An Ever Expanding Idea on Insomnia as Intellectual OmnipresenceA Poem by w2de35657u687y4324rfthese
Damned Unsleeps receive no
envelope from heaven: they are
rejected for Solace (Yet shall
Never cease to Dream) the smooth
Gray Glass of my everwake sits like a filter over all
unknowns i feign the cesspool
of lukewarm unthoughts that drools
out with vitals taken, day-up, day-die, (Doktor
Doktor panzer prizing holds back my lids with lightning, what do you Witness, Mengele? my laughter is
the Anomie! Comedy is
black&you’ll never guess the shade Raven-purple affliction, I am omnipresent as
night) Further viewing
would Exploit that noise pollution
would be accredited by The Observer (Obtrusive Chemical
head, Inquisitor) as another approach to my Insomnia, the seeing of my unbeing (But the
blunder beneath the bed is the
racket of the shuffling Cosmos, in&out
of the Sky stream in which
the Stars topple like skipping stones & are
funneled into a Hydrogen balloon; Distilled Brain Coral) The Observer would further note the lack
of possession, But it
would go unseen that the misc machinations of a personal space animate to
pose a Question (which
always relates to the even in death equidistant
Hourglass that
remains the same perfect Figure, same Bottled Time" whose breath gleamed like a Bare Bone in
morning’s Pale kingdom gown, &had Six little fingers that rattled out,
like a golden fiddle against Death’s black blouse.) But the
question in Itself is Derived by Omitted Means from the
head of Ideas which flares its jaws with
metallic black gums&gargles moon beams to cleanse
the Prey from ethereal teeth (the
selfish Godhead) so that the
Blind locomotive Derails (just as
the Dog of Worlds assumed) --Thus
thought becomes sparrow’s song (whereas
the expression “musical” is used exempt definition pattern-less & the
white Noise screams so loud no other sound is shatter proof, They say “somebody’s gonna save you”, but…) I’ve been
dialing “72” like a heartbeat, (for You, for You) & the
touch screen is worn through Decomposed air that is truth & the
telephone becomes an electric lantern on my pseudo-lotus fingertips, (which
reminds of that red dress which fell out of a window Impassioned then
pressed vapid, gray clay, into ebon operation game where darkness&sound Waves Unveil Everything Invisible is Apparent Girl Becomes A Jellyfish Inside Her Own Mind) The Observer
is looking in with a profile&ashen pen smearing in
where It thought i was (the
Omnipresent bed dweller; I am, I am) suddenly a
Star bleeds Through & The
Observer is caught between the lark&suicide, (stared
into the Abyss, stared Back into Wonderland becomes you) It becomes the Minority because It hears the patting cosmic shovels of
the gravediggers (who are Burying God) &
realizes that the Hourglass doesn’t sliver into the heavens to continue
forwarding the no return policy back to Insomniac P.O. boxes (--america cannot undo what she has Scorched
into her Inmates the Girl
still topples out of the window because
nothing changes about a red dress, impassioned, & so
the body-bagged lunulae hang eternal beneath the Wrenched, rustic window panes, that now
become the Lighthouse on a once
prison island which transcends the ocean, Follow us, we do not sleep, (Yet we
shall Never cease to Dream) © 2012 w2de35657u687y4324rfAuthor's Note
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