Dream Scheme (Pt. III)A Poem by G.W. SaitreuxsurrealismShall we never learn? Shall we never yearn? I saw an object once Again knew trumpets Shattering windows Could it remain in my brain? Stop the thoughts, start doing Up before the bells, get moving Could it be hell there? Could it be heaven here? I chase the vision Down corridors of sky Imprint like sandpaper, What might it mean to die? A kiss floats around like daydreams Crisp, pale nights flowing seams Of warm breezes upon the nape of A neck moulded, dysphoria exploring Chasms of roaring abyss frequenting A location of eternal searching themes Looking through the window Pains of a soul racing Cells caught dividing Not quite half, Not quite whole, Digging holes in the soul We've all got things to sell The broken sails look upon attention or content? Purgatory Fate constantly collides upon the present Peered through that window torn in two Seen where those trails lead Could it be already dead? - G.W. Saitreux © 2018 G.W. SaitreuxReviews
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