Tuesday, August 26, 2008


Acid-washed pages rush over me
beckoning deeper
down the rabbit hole
Calling me louder from their shores
by names I scarcely recognize
taking sword and shield
docking firm upon their pier
I become what I am not
that which destiny foretold
through oracles of old
Delphi born
modern bread
new understanding breaks forth
through lenses sharpened with time
forged in fires fueled by imagination
built on lies told to entertain
created to carry hearts and minds
beneath Leagues of sorrow
through Olympianic claims
of would-be world creators
nascent conjourers of dreams
who form our realities
if only for the moments
where eyes glazed
and mouth agape
we find it all suspended

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