I see a clear cube, outlined in a cold grey
No color, no warmth, and most importantly, no life
It’s a sleeper’s nightmare,
to be shut off from the colors of the world
To miss the pounding heartbeat reverberating from the ground.
This place, this cage, this figment of my mind
That traps me inside of a transparent coffin,
Where I can only focus on the tiny scratches that scatter the plates that shape my walls together;
is it plexiglass; impenetrable?
Could the mental bullets, shot from the fire of my eyes, even crack the surface?
Is there a magical word,
a romantic kind of word,
that opens up our eyes to the skies?
To the gods who shape the boxes to control; to hold
They insert in them, the fears of us all;
To land inside,
to feel yourself die,
your soul cries,
no matter how hard you try,
you still find yourself inside.
And the madness takes over in the words derived from the scattered thoughts of your endless whisperings,
Repetitive words that shape nothing;
that do not create sentences with meaning
But then I see a full page
And I awake from my one god’s dream and discover that the box is gone.
I am grateful for surprise moments of freedom. And good music, currently listening to the song “The Uprising” by Big Gigantic. ❤