PROJECTIONS FROM ME TO YOU
There's a ferris wheel in your dream.
The people in the carriages are exactly what they seem.
They are projections from me to you.
Get to know them, I advise you.
The man in the black suite
holding a Dahlia by it's root.
His gaze - intense and clear.
He knows what's going on here.
A girl with long, dark hair, black.
Her face is split by one irregular crack.
Albino cat licking her scar.
Brain tissue like jam out of a jar.
Dressed in her favourite scarf, veiling her hair
an elderly lady filled with wisdom, empathy, care.
She can sense your every emotion, good as bad.
She's the most honest friend you ever had.
The newborn infant, all nude and innocent.
A blank page with the most amazing sense of scent.
He can smell it all, love, betrayal, guilt and shame.
In the end we think they're all the same.
These are projections from me to you.
Get to know them, they're inside of you.
There's a ferris wheel in your dream.
The people in the carriages are exactly what they seem.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2010-07-30 at 00:17
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