Dreaming in Color
The winding, weaving greys of truth
Ensnare me within their eternal tangle.
Blinded in the haze of insipid deception;
Paralyzed in the blaze of periphrastic perception;
I've been lost in this merciless maze since conception.
Formerly betrayed by the rays of gilded reality,
I now thread instead with the seams of fervid dreams,
And inhale the rich woven whispers of willful illusion
As truth’s beginning is born from truth’s conclusion.
Ensnare me within their eternal tangle.
Blinded in the haze of insipid deception;
Paralyzed in the blaze of periphrastic perception;
I've been lost in this merciless maze since conception.
Formerly betrayed by the rays of gilded reality,
I now thread instead with the seams of fervid dreams,
And inhale the rich woven whispers of willful illusion
As truth’s beginning is born from truth’s conclusion.
peace.
-lise.
1 comment:
Dang woman.
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