“Transmortem Existentia”
On my way out of the great black forest.
The trees finally thin.
I wrestle through the tendrils
that try to keep me in.
I see one last beautiful tree
before I finally leave.
The world is quickly strange.
Plants spring from places which they should not.
Size and proportion become everything else
And then it starts. I see within myself
I feel the colors melt and twist, bleeding a beautiful ink
The universe is a lucid party. With every conceivable conception.
Friends melt away
A world where music makes everything stop….
…..to listen.
The good things are always almost gone.
A boy with a smoking eye
makes small animals cry
through their jugulars.
A desperate message
unknown by anyone
unnoticed by everyone
secretly a practice in existentialism.
The things I said
“Someday we’ll get there”-
Forever is the key.
But it’s all asymmetrical
Complete loneliness
utter isolation
darkness
and impossible enemies.
But no one will know for another.
The sea is not recyclable.
An eight headed hydra
is eating the brain power sought by the journeymen.
Unknown to the cosmic goldfish far away.
Then the pieces finally fall into place
I will ride a boat through stormy waves
to the moon.
I will only watch the beauty with all else that is beautiful.
The trees will never catch me again.
I want to walk with Death and his dog. I hope to be personally introduced to the Seven Deadly Sins
I want everyone to see past the white noise.
I want to battle the eagle for the lion.
I want to revisit Unreality
I want to ride the sea horse to the great sunflower in the sky
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“Transmortem Existentia”
Phoenix Godwin
6-3-2010
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