Interviewing spirits for a T.V. documentary
Channeling a band that has their own discography
A part of me wants your hardened view of reality
To bend, not break
For friendly
Insecurity’s sake
The nuance of this séance
Makes a sentence of my sentience
Mean more realities ahead of me
Just across the borders of death’s cold quarters
Survival’s willing wit won’t quit or give up the ghost
Till it finds what satisfies most
The prize of life’s pride looks through lucid eyes,
The sleeper’s true disguise
A daily doing of daring deeds doubles the fictive friction of your fables,
Renders your soul skill developed
With natural virtue enveloped,
Permitting your quitting of labels,
And finding the founding silence
From which all words emerge
© 2017 Jordan Furrow
About the Creator
Conjury
Poetry, reveries, and streams of consciousness. Musings, revelries, and free dreams of consonance. Metaphysics, philosophy, and magick cognizance. Writing things that make me high and do a dance.
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