Thursday, June 4, 2009

Hall of Records (poetry)

My hall of records
is a library of compositions
in leather-bound volumes.
An old man curates the collection,
recording the cyclical scenes of connections
that fill my mind.

Unreality dusts the pages.

Compassion for my sanity
dictates the preservation of
observations clouded in ego -
but if I were true to my intentions,
I would burn the books
and emerge from the ashes of time as nothing.

As it stands,
the best I can do is furiously re-write
the vast identity with an alien hand,
and try to dust the fresh ink
with what is real.

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