MOMENTARY IMMORTALITY
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picture this:
it is late at night
and you're in a room brimming
with bodies.
there is sound, beating,
thrumming, you feel it shake
your heart. light,
bright white
spotlights swinging;
they are suns unsure of where
to shine.
and amongst the nightly dance-
a moment
when you look up and see
more than bodies,
a moment
when you're struck by
your own youth,
your own vibrance, own energy
pulsing like wild, like music.
and the veil falls down,
reveals an infinity contained
within a heartbeat
within your heart.
you make a dream of time.
you take anyone who ever told you
you must die
and wipe them from your mind.
you burn the whole damn structure
of reality to the ground.
picture this:
it is late at night
and you are dancing
in a flashing, writhing room.
and then you wake
from your dream of reality.
you adopt immortality's face,
and the ground shakes.
YOU ARE READING
Ghosts Lost & Winter Found
Poetrywhen you steal all that's evil and bury it underground: these are our ghosts lost and this is our winter found. collected poems from 2017 [ © 2017 by shaye ]
