Blind Reality (An Audio Poem)
as the dust gathers
in your eyes, you
flick it with the tip
of your finger,
pressing its grittiness onto
the bridge of your nose.
blinded by daybreak
a cause for concern
in the dank, deserted, and
dreaded domain of a
commoner’s heart, you
swim effortlessly,
milking the need.
once lost, now found–
a deluge of pain seeps in
reminding us that reality
is a dream and waits
patiently for its turn to
make an appearance.
and like magic
we abracadabra the honey-scented
calmness of a blazing breeze
drifting
drifting
drifting
like lost lovers do.
