February 24th, 2012
After Brunch
fog descends quickly
without warning
encompassing and covering
everything
obscuring vision
and muffling sound
thickly it gathers
cotton candy-like
in my throat
a choking instant
before dissolving on my tongue
though its reminder
lay heavily throughout my mouth
this is the mask
of commonplace
worn by my new home
strangely beautiful
as it hides its natural beauty
in the unseeing distance
no more than a hand away
visions play untroubled
smoothly flowing through the senses
ensnaring the mind
in the continuous haze
of the awakened dream
where nothing impossible
cannot live a full life
before dying inside
your consciousness
a dance of phantoms
untripping through the channels
of things lost and never seen
’til your world is bubbled
inside self- induced fantasies
that cannot be