humanity
i keep having this reoccurring dreamthat i'm flying through the air.
i hear a thousand voices screaming my name
but i can't turn around to face them - i'm too afraid.
i hear a thousand voices screaming my name
but i do not recognise what they are saying
i keep having this reoccurring dream that i can fly,
moving through the air as though i am but a spirit,
but i am manifest in a bodily form
i float through life
without a care in the world,
all is but wind in the chimes
and dust in the wind
i hear a thousand voices screaming my name aloud.
i can't feel the ground beneath my feet -
maybe it isn't there?
i hear each voice and recognise each one
through the syllabic harmony
of each word uttered by the masses
as though they were a single human
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-07-21 at 04:37
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