Awake,
a windowpane remains up,
a foggy brown tank, and I lurk
inside an unfiltered reality,
my aquatic soul surviving,
simply waiting,
for the next underwater reverie.
In dreams,
I soak in ultramarine,
a hue that best becomes me,
and wisdom’s wrinkly waters
wade the edges of my eyes,
simply floating,
echoing an eternal silence.
Diving,
sky and sea connect in me,
and sea grass shifts the
the lifelines of my hands,
exposing shipwrecked feelings
resurfacing
on the cliffs of fingertips.
In R.E.M.,
purged of all guilt,
golden in my crowning cave,
I can not be dampened
by knots or degrees,
simply bubbling,
adrift in foamy reverie.
Set free.
The sea may be savior,
but submerged, I am god.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
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Flashback Friday # 37 Dreams asks, “Do you have any dreams you’d like to sell?” Well, this one’s on me.
“I wish to paint in such a manner as if I were photographing dreams.”
Zdzisław Beksiński ~Artist of the untitled painting posted here





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