Curious the journeys in life we undertake,
And strange the destinations at which we arrive.
Everything is a mirage, a dream within a dream,
A neverending voyage or thought of waking to life.
The rippling effect of consciousness feeds the beast,
And creates confusion of a depth unimaginable.
A blood feast of sorts, or perhaps a shallow loathing,
Clinging perversely to the birth to death experience (as if it matters).
And, in desperation, marching to a dim song or muttering heard
From somewhere beyond a strand of the glistening tapestry of time.
Susan Isabella Sheehan-Repasky
“Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©”
Copyright 2007 Flicker Light Studio™
More thoughts in the realms of consciousness.