Whirlpools/ Incipient Seedy Brevity

whisperingquill

Whirlpools

Drift into rapid eye maneuvers
sub conscious realm of slumber
cerebral cortex delirium plunders,

the place beyond dreams
where everything is what it's not
gleam between the seam of seem,

hyperdrive inertia of a
paradox fantasy
vapor reality in a box,

simplified
quantum psychosis
yet you won't know this,

seduced inceptions
a place where sins
become virtues
uninhibited wins,

corrupt containment
runs free doing
backstrokes through clarity,

up is down as down is up
inverted is level on a
pickup hiccup,

sideways wayside
bye way good bye,

reservedness,

welcome transcendence
a allegory of debauchery,

envision another
instead of your lover
passion under fire covers,

on a glacier
that never melts
suspension is always felt,

deception
new world order
congestion of perception,

crooked images and
shattered fragments,

only gift
when light creeps
through cracked eyelids.

Copyright © 2017 Whisperingquill.All Rights Reserved

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Incipient Seedy Brevity 

We're just
hiccups in
a interval

mustard burps in
Reapers breath

tangy yet unsustainable

insignificant yet
extraordinary

so in epoch the
root he collects.

Copyright © 2017 Whisperingquill.All Rights Reserved

  • Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2017 14:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: Double Deuce
  • Category: Fantasy
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  • Heather T

    gleam between the seam of seem

    My favorite line.

    • whisperingquill

      Thank you ha ha

      Yeah I think u know

    • malubotelho


      deception
      new world order
      congestion of perception,

      crooked images and
      shattered fragments,
      I like this, Congestion of perception, crooked images. This is what we are mostly if the time. Sometimes we are great though.

    • malubotelho


      deception
      new world order
      congestion of perception,

      crooked images and
      shattered fragments,
      I like this, Congestion of perception, crooked images. This is what we are mostly if the time. Sometimes we are great though.



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