Golden Dreams

I’m falling and drifting deep down

Watching the hypnotist of reality

Do his thing, or her thing, or its thing

Together they lull me asleep

As I rage and roar, knowingly adore

Solidifying my pursuit, where I take aim

Where I want to rest, who I shall be

And am, already was, is

Forever cyclical, locking the gates

After closing the door, of course

Throwing away the key

One last unseen stitch

Lungs‘ 16×20″ oil on canvas by Mancel T. Lindsey

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