Lit Up | Poetry

SEEING THINGS

The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

Photo by Luis Alfonso Orellana on Unsplash

Moments of Vision soon fade away but a magical moment is, here, today; and all it will cost you, is all of your life.

Cast over the sea and cast over the moon you’ll be reading the stars after reading the runes…..

Green shades, dappled sunlight, the landscapes of the eye; a life passes by.

Music, the primal scream, modulated, nuanced, life as more than it seems.

Imagining flight allows us to fly murmuring voices just passing by.

We drift into trance: a sleeping hypnosis, a silent romance. The apotheosis of gaze & the opposite of glance.

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