~ Reality Slave~Transported to another plane, another sphere. Seeking low hung elevations of higher consciousness. The physical baggage disposed, no longer a hindrance. Allowed to roam freely, to soar aimlessly. Imagination takes flight. A garden, no a meadow. Yes, a meadow of gentle rolling knolls, in the early morning light! -(gag)-The sun's new rays reflecting on the dew, making the ordinary sparkle brighter then the rarest of gems. The contrast between the cool grass beneath my feet, gently caressing my legs, and the penetrating warmth of the orbed furnace is quite pleasing. Making me feel simaltanously rejuvenated and relaxed. The periwinkles dance their exotic wind flung tango, sometimes graciously bowing to the slighter demands of more gentle breezes. In the distance, a dark ominous form spreads across the land. Growing to mammoth proportion with each step that I take. I am drawn to this monstrosity against my will! I know this demon, and as I breath out the horrid name, it engulfs me. Once again I am a slave to REALITY. Back to Poems |
