Medicinderella

There once was a small day..When I looked downwards with my eyes, Uncontrollable..the ocean swallows and blinks with desperation..It's own mind cannot be quenched of this everlasting curse..The Quiet overtakes me..holding hands with a pendulum and now Back and forth we shall swing, Pretending that things quake at their own image...Glancing into the
silver paint just like everyone else..Only when I look the moon starts to hover and lightning strikes the palms of my hands..And then upon his wings the dragon chooses to stand..Long fingers that grope at the feet of the Invisible, The Ghost choir...
Throats that are as deep as the crescent valley,
Throughout the Night they sing...throught the rain..they sing..through the flames that burn and twirl...Their phantom lips sip the oxygen as if it is needed within them..the exhale is cancelled..Chanting upon collapsed minds without changing the direction of the sailboat...
Windless..floating on the clouds..playing with
silence...Tranced and my fists crumble...My thoughts flash in reverse and I remember tomorrow..Have i been there? ..How can it be? ....so It seems That I must journey on and hope for the final awakening...