As you are
you shall remain
I will refrain
Yet again
From waking you
These words
Important words
Will wait for you
by your bed
At dawn
As the story goes
We run the maze
Blindfolded in a
Tornado fuled
Craze
I must go slow
It is imperative
As demons surround me
Can’t go faster
Too fast – your ring will show
Too fast – your offspring too
Too fast – you will go
Too fast – you will know
My secrets
I awoke in a corner
feeling whipped and hurting
The inside a bottomless
Sea of fear
But which corner?
My bed had no corners
Darkness surrounded my
Open eyes as the mind
Started unravelling the
Events just passed
A loans shark
A debt
Violence seeking to explore
My weakness
I killed something
I escaped
Analysing my dream
I sent you a message
Knowing you slept in peace
Wanted you to know
I was sorry
If I had caused you pain and
My dream the price I
Had to pay
Sleep came eventually but
The fear remained
As day broke
your angelic voice
whispering soothing words
filled my heart
quashing all doubt
the love I feel
is real
There was little else to do
I had know
Were you real or just an apparition
An Angel or Demon
I had to know
In the wee hours of the morning
When thoughts revolve around pillars
Of doubt and insanity
You were not real
Your thoughts only fragments of
My own imaginative mind
Your pain becoming my pain
A lie as there was only my pain
Retrofitted and amplified
I had to know
So I poked you and
Now I know
the truth
When tomorrow comes
I shall be silent
My voice will carry the void
set forth by those who rules
denying me and those alike
a say in that which matters most
I had a choice, to come or no
I have no say
in stay
or go
I gave her the key
to my inner sanctum
Where thought is Alfa
my word upon thy word
chiseled from patterns
grown for eons
I gave her the key
but didn’t show her
the door
It doesn’t mean a thing
Our chats and
latenight calls
It doesn’t mean a thing
my sharing this and that
hidden deep within
It doesn’t mean a thing
I make you laugh and
laughter bounce
It doesn’t mean a thing
for you as this is you
about you for you
It does mean a thing
for me
though
as I closed my eyes for dreaming
a name came to my mind
I know of none called
Rebecca Beatty
at least that’s what it
sounded like
the voices in my head
whispering
Under an uprooted tree in a forest of free
lived Dusty the magic rabbit
She spent her long days counting her bits
nibbles of four and mind bending quads
till dusk quickly falling and
hunger came calling
her own senses suddenly brought back
Tomorrow, she thought, I’ll build a new boat
and sail to the end of the entropy,
discrete by nature but I can extended it
much further, from Shannon restriction
to the continous case, I’ll cross the seas
of evermore, the lemniscate upon my sail
and with that she went to bed.
Suddenly awake by a gigantic creak
her bed vibrating, the room aspinning
and carrots in midair floating
Oh my, she said, what is the meaning of this
why is the Riemann surface folding
Then a door appeared vaguely ajar
red in colour with the key in sight
Is that where I should be going?
to lock the door or to open in full
her deciding her future in balance
A complex question simplified
the complex plane deformed
a magic rabbit surfing
across the infinite void
Prompted by a @iamdusttoo prompt:
Hey, do you believe in rabbits?
In whirlwinds and magic?
Thanks for the prompt Dusty!
Yes. Got something prepared for you 🙂
