Open Water

I will find the chaos of order. Folding the edges to fit within a prison on oceans. Casting the net.

The nebula we see is the seeing . The confetti and strings draw a unique beauty. As the limits are but mental constructs.

It’s ok to look through the glass reality is always a perception. The note written. Drifting through your conscious.

Without the ending the beginning is without cause. We are to be much more. You may believe.

This couldn’t last forever, pulling Excalibur, took time., but the army already pushing victory and the Dragons overhead consuming.

The power within is found on my hopes of something greater then the dreams of demons. Pulling the cords of the puppets feel nothing and the dogs are growling, pushing me to the edge.

Cutting pieces to peaces and dragging order to meaning. Placing chaos on the moments that truth lies in waiting hordes of zombies walking.

Stick figures cracking the witches burning, screaming, smoking the time between. Ringing the bells of silence for the power has given.

Wash your hands of the ships hidden treasure, drunken without thinking. Blindly walking the broken hearts of the darkness. Cleaning my soul and shedding the skin of dragons flying, eyes of poison. Reason has forgotten the positions of the planets have shifted by my being.

What dangerous minds have dreamed the curves of my insanity softly, placing, the kissing princess inside this rising fortress.