Seeds simmer and bloom
in the confines of self.
Lyra constellations allure cognition
quinching ladybird vanity
with insightful disclosure.
Excitement;
purple butterflies
incised in his underbelly
by spider lips.
A second bite at the apple
reveals teal eyes;
embodiments of envy
captured in acrylic paint
seeping beneath the surface
of his canvas bosom.
The future is today.
A figment of my lucid imagination
dissolving like sand
through hourglass hands.
Somnific voices resonate
from the fire water
lubricating liquid tongues.
Fantasy is enigma
& reality is an illusion.
My question is....
Can the two co-exist
from a panoramic view?
Welcome to
Peoples' Republic
.... the mind
~The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination~ Albert Einstein