Lucid Existence

May 13, 2009

There are too many thoughts
The disquiet is disconcerting
Imprisoned by the tenacity
Of the fatal habits of pride

There are too many feelings
As I scream and fall to the floor
Writhing in the pain of loss
Blood trickles from my ears

There is too much heat
Potential growing, quiet knowing
Returning to the edge of passion
Hypnotized in the fiery dance

There is too much perfection
For two human minds to conceive
So, I close my eyes
Return to the lucid dream

Type: Poetry

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