Atari

I walk this Atari 

in the white chambers

of my heart.

My atlas is lost.

The compass of

ships that pass,

in the shadow

dress of this waking world.

Can we see eye to eye

without taking out the other out?

As justice swings her might and we all

bow before the folly of

that we seal 

this last rite.

The white moth.

White knight, white 

dreams.

In every sunset,

there is a sunrise.

I'll dance in my head,

but only the physical attributes 

the digital butterflies,

in your Atari. Are the dragon you bring back to life.

The distance between light and sound.

Is the physical form can pretend

is a room for all your pretend friends

and pretend world.

If I sit up atop the moon

can you capture the sea

of the Luna dreams?

In my Atari. 

I'll find my way

a path finder to 

the torch runner.

In my Atari.

I'll root my word

in the theatre of 

fate.

But alone, I'll topple 

down the columns.

Before the curtain call,

the fat lady sung about our love.

Time may take it's rules and 

shower them down!

I'll gracefully remove myself

from the storm you

walk on, if it traces your

outline. In this Atari.

The map you make in your

heart.

If I could sink quicker.....

in this house of my heart,

I sink deep.

If you wish. My dream.

The stars that turn in the sink of

this ghostly shadow in my life.

May the crystal gallery sparkle.

This Atari.

I'll walk on,

and lay down 

some time.

In this bed fall.

I'll quickly erase, the outcomes for....