| Written: OCT 10, 2003 |
Atlantean dreams
Smother my subconscious.
Passing with me yard by yard,
As a shadow, loyal from the light.
Peppering my wakeful logics,
As meteora bombarding the Mother
Millennia upon millennia ago,
Bringing the great snows.
Advancing beyond my perceptions,
The isle of my mind is capsizing.
The chill waters are welcome,
Cooling this heated heart.
Seizing the burning ambitions
In my numb, motionless limbs.
Rusting the metal of my soul,
And embracing my wholeness.
Frigid modes of thought,
Before incomprehensible;
Watching my bubbly descent,
Aware that terrors reside
There in the deeper waters.
And the knowledge on which I stood,
Is breaking away and leading the fall.
