Forward Backward

Flying on this carpet
Weaving to and from reality, I know
It's sleeping plenty from my past
Yet soon, I will awake
And resting soberly, Ill feel it
Once again.

Rising fortress
Blocking in
Unrested feelings
Trusting no one
As these walls of trust are
Broken down.

Amazing
How this light that flickers past
Immeasurable, it seems
Against the lasting solitude
Of many ones.

Stand up; Be counted
Many dandelions
Waving in this field
of restless songs and faded pictures
of our past relenting ocean wide companions
of this field.

There is a sun
Whom brings us rain
Breaking shoes and causing
pain to rise
as pieces spread
around the table
while I look
amongst the bitter-founded secrets
lasting on
beneath these rugged edged mountains
waiting plains with brightened colors
hearing only forward-backward songs
that once again.

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