The Inevitable (29/30)
You occupy
crevices of
thought residing
next to imagination
and the inevitable.
You own sunsets
and live in 3am;
the dream is to
swim inside your mind
and surf on its thinking,
watching synapses become
the texture of ancestral
sand as fingers birth
hallelujah from
massaging neurons so
radiant they restore youth.
Amazing how the
mind draws up fascination
with sentences strung
together with shards of
starlight and the future;
I climb inside your words and make myself home.
© 2015 abruvanamedsly
That last line is stunning...a truly wonderful poem !
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