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My pen shakes

The earth quakes

My thoughts poor out

From the mind of another



Expected brilliance

From an opinionated source

The magic must be there

You can only dream

A waking fantasy



Or is the dream external?



Shouted from the mountaintops

Cascade like an avalanche

In a desert



Deserted thoughts

Discarded as hollow

No life to thrive

No hope to survive



Did they have life elsewhere?

Have I tapped others dream?

Do others dream?



I have only one perception

I see only one reflection



Balance my eyes

On a high pedestal

To see the world in a sense that is pleasant



But I shake too much

The pedestal falters

My eyes lose grip

Slip to the ground



Down the rabbit hole.



Trippy depictions

Returned to sender

Pleasure for me

Appalling to most



Bind me in blankets

Roll me down the hill

Jack and Jill

Didn’t have it so bad after all



At the bottom looking up

Borrowing vision from

An automated message

Please hang up

And try your call again



You have no concrete vision

Your eyes went down the rabbit hole

Do you follow them or not?

The grass looks greener

Because your grass is red.



Color me blue and sing me to sleep

Sweet saxophone plays a familiar melody

Its all familiar

There’s no escape



Every note has been played

Every chord sounded

Every word written

Where is the originality?



It’s in the perception of my eyes



MY Eyes.

MY Dreams.

MY Life.

MY Love.



My Rabbit Hole.