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Dance Of Delirium Reality
Within the first turn
I in split seconds
became un-to me,
H O V E R I N G
over reality
Thought back!
Back into mind,
what passed for hours hysteria
was little but minutes of time.
Looked towards feet
and used those memories
for guide,
yet drawn forcefully to seat
when darkness
mustn't impede
manipulating
mentality,
but the heart is light
soul is free
Finding a flow
then taking control
before spinning
in-to me.
Euphoria settles
balancing through gyration
might not for long
if one delves in physcosis
feeling out the feelings,
Blurred motion
what filters through
for realness proves
finding my pilot
landing this head
timely and fashionably calculating
moves.
I trap this mirrored projection
confining
to homely routine,
let's me know I'm still crazy
which is close enough to sane;
And although I may not be a dancer,
myself may tango'd
times a few
under the influence.......
of brain
elevation.
Cloud covers caress
feet ascend from ground
tomorrow's rightful self come find me
grooving without sound,
body of rest, mind forgets
how to sway
knowing better than hoping
next time eyes open
everything will be okay.
I in split seconds
became un-to me,
H O V E R I N G
over reality
Thought back!
Back into mind,
what passed for hours hysteria
was little but minutes of time.
Looked towards feet
and used those memories
for guide,
yet drawn forcefully to seat
when darkness
mustn't impede
manipulating
mentality,
but the heart is light
soul is free
Finding a flow
then taking control
before spinning
in-to me.
Euphoria settles
balancing through gyration
might not for long
if one delves in physcosis
feeling out the feelings,
Blurred motion
what filters through
for realness proves
finding my pilot
landing this head
timely and fashionably calculating
moves.
I trap this mirrored projection
confining
to homely routine,
let's me know I'm still crazy
which is close enough to sane;
And although I may not be a dancer,
myself may tango'd
times a few
under the influence.......
of brain
elevation.
Cloud covers caress
feet ascend from ground
tomorrow's rightful self come find me
grooving without sound,
body of rest, mind forgets
how to sway
knowing better than hoping
next time eyes open
everything will be okay.
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