creases

these creases are the life of a different soul

of misspent time and half a whole
of another self spent in a dream
where still the real is so extreme
of floating high whilst shadows chase
of standing still but reflections race

these swollen, moving limbs, should see

or magnified under a killing scree
or more of yesterday today to take
as ever passes, my mistake
or can the reverie of nights
or exchanging fluid for delights

who intrudes upon the worthlessness here

will take the focus from a prism tear
will sure to cast biographic bronze
differentiate the pros and cons
will light the sky, yes eventually
will take it all and all will see

©2007 Hey Hey