Date Posted:17:09:03 10/21/02 Mon Author: Crysta Subject: Universal Reality, or Lack Thereof
Slipping further into dazzling pictures.
Bright eyes reflecting the
Mind's wishful thinking.
Sitting in a low crouch,
My head against my knees,
Listening to my breath accumulating
In the limited space between.
Time is just a simple part of my imagination
Through which I dance in an out,
Releasing silent giggles
After words that color familiar experiences.
Sitting still is so difficult,
And yet so comforting
When I'm at my wit's end,
Revolving around a fantasy
Playing beneath the surface
Of monotonous reality.
Singly dreaming,
Always conjuring up my multiple.
I hold the string around which my container spins,
And I travel the path according to the whim of the wind.
