• Dreams of Invalidity - 2/18/07 (1)

    My limping limbs,
    Were torn asunder,
    But still my mind,
    Quite whole did wander,
    In the void of endless thought.

    Apon endless pathways,
    And bridges that I have wrought,
    To make clear,
    The connection between,
    Fluorescent and iridescent,
    Lights that blink and lights that glow,
    Taking shape into a thousand worlds,
    That can only be seen,
    When one closes one’s eyes,
    And floats in,
    This endless space,
    Of endless waste,
    In an endless case,
    Of endless lace,
    Around the universe(s),
    And dimensions of such,
    In the void of endless thought.

    In a space unparalleled,
    Everywhere else,
    As quiet and empty,
    As the beady eyes of a mouse,
    That crawls about,
    In an out of the grout,
    In a wall that exists naught,
    Anywhere else,
    But in the void,
    Of endless thought.

    And soon the spoon will swoon,
    And the dish with it will run,
    Away to a fantasy land of tales,
    With bales of hay,
    on Old McDonald’s Farm,
    And mails of grey,
    On battlefields of blood,
    In the void of endless thought.

    And on this may go,
    The endless flight of a throw,
    Into the space,
    With no gravity to hold,
    Down the flying,
    Gliding,
    Soaring into the night,
    The endless night,
    For there is no light,
    In this void,
    Save those which float,
    In the invalids mind,
    Which are worlds in the distance,
    Oh so far away,
    That any light thrown,
    On this darkened matter dissapears,
    Into the void of endless thought.