Sand pages.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason

Did I know you, before you left off?
In the sounds of bending walls.
Throwing rationalization to shapes.
Did I know you before the collapse?

In the windows we thought were time.
Constantly jumping through mine.
Looking for the pale pane... the pale pane.

Is this water...?
That keeps them out.

For the release, of that page. Where I lost my place.
Something so in my face, I can't lift it up.
So dilate and shut up, and enjoy the picture show.

That keeps them out.

For the release, of that page. Where I lost my place.
Something so in my face, I can't lift it up.
So dilate and shut up, and enjoy the picture show.

Of whats really on your mind.
Reflective crisis from the light burns.
On the skin, of children.

In the windows of time, a trespassers divide.
Constantly jumping through mine, tracing.
The outline of us, perspective disgust. (On the skin.)
For the people we thought we were. (The children.)
The lives we thought we had learned. (Crisis light.)
But nothing is as when it came.
The turned page, killed that age.

Is this water, we stand in as destruction begins?
Cover me cover me.
Embrace me embrace me.
While I show, the real point.
To the turned page that killed the time.

That keeps them out....

Of the forest, standing on the sand.
Waving at lost ships, with one hand.
Telling them it's their own.
Point to the sign you can't see.

That keeps them out....

© 2008 Lee W. Deason

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Gary H

The parts in brackets are really imaginative and show your work to be progressing on ideas in writing.
Not really sure about this line - 'For the release, of that page. Where I lost my place.' - just feel either you should make two lines here or make the full stop after 'page' into a comma.

Like the idea of the sand and water. I'm reminded of papier mache, maybe I'm building your images into a Close Encounters type mountain!