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Reality in Reverse
stumbling backwards
thru this curse
i only hear silence
i speak in reVERSE
words in slow motion
spelling universal truths
as flowers bloom below dirt
above ground grows the roots
discarded rose petals
as mankind praise the thorns
the wind whistling dixie
sounds like beeping car horns
birds swim around confused
by the trees growing on leaves
time listlessly unwinds
as dogs gnaw on fleas
burnt apples scent the day
strange eyes drift in gloom
passersby don't even smile
hollowed out like empty cacoons
i hear a train in the distance
so i continue to follow these tracks
that leads to an abysmal pool
where stars are stored and packed
nothing left to wish upon
but a midnight sun
countless sleepless days
and at nights the moon run
so i chase moonbeams
in hopes of escape
tirelessly struggle to be free
of the reality i helped create
screeching at tedium
like nails on a chalkboard
i flow against the grain
which sharpens my mighty sword
piercing the monotony of pouring sands
universally we commune earth to earth
i eclipse this mundane world
fingertips awakened in poetic rebirth
thru this curse
i only hear silence
i speak in reVERSE
words in slow motion
spelling universal truths
as flowers bloom below dirt
above ground grows the roots
discarded rose petals
as mankind praise the thorns
the wind whistling dixie
sounds like beeping car horns
birds swim around confused
by the trees growing on leaves
time listlessly unwinds
as dogs gnaw on fleas
burnt apples scent the day
strange eyes drift in gloom
passersby don't even smile
hollowed out like empty cacoons
i hear a train in the distance
so i continue to follow these tracks
that leads to an abysmal pool
where stars are stored and packed
nothing left to wish upon
but a midnight sun
countless sleepless days
and at nights the moon run
so i chase moonbeams
in hopes of escape
tirelessly struggle to be free
of the reality i helped create
screeching at tedium
like nails on a chalkboard
i flow against the grain
which sharpens my mighty sword
piercing the monotony of pouring sands
universally we commune earth to earth
i eclipse this mundane world
fingertips awakened in poetic rebirth
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