Fragmentalize.......A Poem by Muse
It's the genesis of freedom that hides deep in my mind. The words float across the parchment, and it pours
throughout the grain. All of this; it reads like a vapor,
splitting my lips in two. As I speak, the narration cuts deep.
Every vowel thickens my veins. Remarkable; how my ideas
begin to spill over. Baptized by inspiration, as the voracity
spills across an empty page. The syllables penetrate my changing
skin. I see it transpire; the letters fragmentalize. Nouns, verbs,
and adjectives, bleeding a new passage with my fingertips. I
trace the font that flirts Bookman Old Style, and Lucida Console.
There's a magic; a gravitational pull, my mortal embodiment
begins to whittle off. Blending into the book that cradles
my ideas, dreams, and secrets. Falling away; an evaporation of
physical self. The mystery that surrounds me, carries me
with an elegant lucidity. I can finally rest my ghost,
upon
the
EMPTY
shelf.....
© 2014 MuseAuthor's Note
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