take flight

its real
anyway
we deal
these cards
say
get on the plane
fly
fly
fly
you have wings
and
so
do
i
.

losing my reflection

searching for new angles in this hall of mirrors i find myself a thousand times reflecting half the story with reversed assumptions bouncing back onto myself and causing glare and fucking with my instinct and confusing what i see and choosing wrong directions.

which one is really me?

a flash of new light brings fear suddenly seeing beyond myself and wondering how this missed impression escaped my sight i think and i look twice and i breathe and i look thrice.

where did i go?

see im looking through a window now.
and
when the sun shines just right i
see my transparent reflection
(but at least i know im here)
and
i can see the other side

its a beautiful view

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half way to the middle of fabricating the truth

this new found land
halfway between
fantastical nirvana
and dreaded bliss
at midpoint
we bleed ecstasy.
and dizzy does that;
vertigo...
dont look down
im falling up
and spins begin.
chasing spiral stairs
leads to nowhere
but more blank stares
and we blink before we think
.

holding hands,
like healing hearts,
is hard
(and haunted heads ache)
rock is solid;
lighthouse leads the way
yet still there is fog.

this new found land
halfway between
inevitable existence
and virtual duality.
foreigners speak the same language
and nothing is stranger
than fiction
come fact...

how will you react?

seasick

i walked alone along the shoreline
(eternally spotless, my mind)
over matter
skipping rocks
causing ripples
distorting reflection.
confusing
(my affection)
to the sea.
i could not see
beyond these mountains
cold tipped rocks
too great to skip
and heart goes flip...
instant attraction.

spells cast dark
like shadows
masked distraction.
ghosts of sharks
from the sea
i could not see.

sand sifts time
yet still i climb
dig picks to rock
(sparks fly)
my head is in the clouds now
but i can only float
on water.
summit brings thin air
its hard to breathe
when faced with most breathtaking views
what did i choose?

my mermaid laughter
lost in wind
and hooves make thunder
upon this glacier...
frozen
water
i see.

i still taste salt.
i found the fault
(the greatest crack
which widens the gap)
we shift.
icicle darts
make tsunami waves;
push me from the ledge.

sand.
i see
my footprints
where i was...
not so long ago.
i wring out my sunshine mind;
offer tea
from seashell cups.

the sea
i see.

im moving mountains.