To Sleep at Dawn
As I step into this silent screaming chaos of self, another day begins to end. Somehow, in a world where something always seems to be not quite right, yet nothing is ever truly wrong...I find some fleeting semblance of inner silence... Free from the shadowy storm clouds of mind. Weary from lifetimes of masochistic samasara, in this moment's peace I want only to sleep...to enter into my own private universe of Morpheus's making. A metaphysical metaphor where imagination is reality, creativity is wealth...repetition the only taboo, and shadows cannot feed on our luminosity... To dream is to be born into infinity... Waking only as Death binds the flesh with his rusty shackles once more... until the day when my slumber cannot be broken, and I meet my friend, my lover, my audience...the end. And in that moment, I will once again begin to end, like this dawning summer day...
As I step into this silent screaming chaos of self, another day begins to end. Somehow, in a world where something always seems to be not quite right, yet nothing is ever truly wrong...I find some fleeting semblance of inner silence... Free from the shadowy storm clouds of mind. Weary from lifetimes of masochistic samasara, in this moment's peace I want only to sleep...to enter into my own private universe of Morpheus's making. A metaphysical metaphor where imagination is reality, creativity is wealth...repetition the only taboo, and shadows cannot feed on our luminosity... To dream is to be born into infinity... Waking only as Death binds the flesh with his rusty shackles once more... until the day when my slumber cannot be broken, and I meet my friend, my lover, my audience...the end. And in that moment, I will once again begin to end, like this dawning summer day...