Oscillating transitions
I become anything but me
like ghost from my dreams
to the shapes you've ever seen
quest that never completes
recoiled self as senses retreat
Heart and mind at odd ends that never meet
Real and surreal like
Phantom silhouette converge
and diverge as weak atoms
quantum self dissolute
in all axes
where I stood is jus an empty space
genesis sail with Noah's ark
with roots leading to this seed
and that dissolves to molecular warp
lost deep in this thinking - I stand
under autumn touched stem
towards sun-set end of Norman's Creek.
A scape from my dream...
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