Dreamworld.

Dreamworld.

A Poem by Michelle Anselm

LIFE is but a dream, violent and obscene
All that you see is not what it seems
A nightmare? Or mediocre melodrama
Maimed memories muffled and
Misunderstood.
Comprehension, consecration, condemnation
Locked doors, closed portals to reality
Living, breathing blasphemy, to no offense
Betwixt feather and fig leaf lies the
Skeleton Key, break the spine
Let the cerebral fluids flow
Trickle down, deep, dark into the abyss
Of good and evil, fleshy and sweet
The magnitude of colors come full circle
Joiningtheirbodiestoproduceuncertainty.

© 2011 Michelle Anselm


Author's Note

Michelle Anselm
I love how my mind rambles when I stay awake until 4am.

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Added on August 4, 2011
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