Plutonian Pictures: November 2009

"Click"

much too far and much too fast;
the further that we reach, the further we fall back.
fury, frenzy; why is the world inside of me?

i click across the modern page,
i dream alone beneath the stage.
there is but naught to be afeared -
eyes closed: pretend that i'm not here.

currents run as they always have:
beneath, undivided, decided.
yet faulty winds turn the surface back.

as truth may never be redeemed,
i try to make a perfect dream.
should edge of life feel ever near,
i flee to that dream of my home so dear.

imagine now a world that's clear.

should edge of life feel ever near,
i flee to that dream of my home so dear;
imagine now a world that's clear –
should edge of life feel ever near,
i flee to that dream of my home so dear;
imagine now a world that's clear – ...