etch each sketch upon the shifting sands
The Etch A Sketch Animator (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
dreams
and
a sequence relived daily
which are dreams?
which is real?
perhaps the Universe is decidedly
D-I-S-C-O-N-T-I-G-U-O-U-S
contiguity
continuity
an apprehension of a Finite —
Damn it!
something
a Somethingness
persists
throughout my fluid runs
in and out of conscious thought
some call it Essence
— not remembering a Time when
You were not —
Beginningless
early Memories mixed with the
Infant’s Mute Metaphysics
and i have grown wise
i leave no more teeth under my pillow —
i have blocked out the Meadow in my mind
and replaced it with an Architecture
representing my impressions of it
and you read these words
so
Who are you?
Have you lost your way as I have?
I cannot lead you back
we must etch each sketch upon the shifting sands
of our Prejudices
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