Dear shadow, sitting in your lonely skin- how do you bear your corner so well?
Always the 'one' unfinished. Always an incomplete canvas of halves and quarters.
How far are you from me, from us all? Your every glance, your every smile, your every sigh- all half-opened gateways, half-shut barricades locking you in and us out. All passageways of infinite flavour and tangible emptiness. You are a parallel of possibility to us all.
How do you dream Child?
Oblivious to the world around you, pervious only to your own. Help me, I pray only for a nature like yours. The 'Wizard of Is', Dr. Junk dancing in a circle of pink Ballerinas, Moses on a motorcycle. Tell me, what do you dream, Dream Maker?
As we all celebrate our mediocrity, paying in blood for all things free. Hunting ravenously for a bargain to buy back our brains. How do you sit so calm, sailing on your decade of dreams? Fighting the battering bullets with butterflies.
Teach me! I am floundering, failing, flailing... in this sea of nameless faces and faceless places. Echoing silently in this allegro of laughter and tears. Misting over in this kaleidoscope of blacks and whites. Forever going 'round and round' on the merry-go-round, when I know I must fall. We all fall down. Dont wake me up in the morning, because I am the girl they find impossible to forget and infernally hard to remember.
'All' sings to you. 'All' dances with you.
So, tell me child...
How do you dream?
beautiful, just beautiful.
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