Beyond the Shadow

(Warning, this poem was written after watching Inception…there may or may not be a few references to that amazing movie. But please realize that this entire poem’s concept was in my mind long before I ever watched that movie. I am not completely unoriginal. Well, actually, I am, but that’s a whole other topic…)

Dreams cloud my mind at night,

And in the morning

I obsess

Over every last detail

Flesh has put in my mind,

Once so focused.

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I taste the fiction,

See it crawling up the walls

Of my infected mind

Like a disease it confuses, and

I am no longer certain

How it felt to be alive

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As I spin the top,

My fingers touch the rough leather binding,

My heart hears and remembers,

And believes

Because there is nothing else to do

And I want to Know something

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If humanity,

That whisper breathing air

That could be a rendering

Of our collective imagination,

Can perceive truth,

That wisdom, that knowledge,

Shouting in the streets,

Begging us to listen,

If that top can fall,

On a ground that could

Potentially collapse into itself at any given

Moment of Time,

And proclaim words of depth,

And depth is deep

Not shallow, not an illusion,

Not a projection of ideals,

If Nothing doesn’t exist,

If this is possible,

Then You are my reality

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And Your light shines

Beyond the shadow

Of my doubt

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