This week's theme is Illuminations. I looked into my heart; gazed at the tower burning; watched a firefly die.
I have stood on the verge of the abyss that is my mind. The vast chasm that leads to the innermost workings of what it means to be me. I asked the librarian to offer me something to read regarding this theme. She just laughed at me and told me to feel.
I wrote from the immediate mind.
Whatever that means?
Pretty Lights
I walkAbove me hangs the forgotten dreams of a billion starsNight hugs the air and cars drive pastWonderment in the eyes of infant passengersA spectrum of wasteExploding in a million ideasI like the blue sparkles
I seeBeneath me water protects the stone from prying eyesClouds released their wet prisoners with audible signsShowing us the door to another placeParallel universe.The damp reflectsI like the mirror world
I hearBeside me laughter pours from the excited vesselsYoung canvases for color to be experimentalDancing plastic shines too brightThis unfeeling entertainerAutomaton doing what it's toldI like the playing bears.
I tasteIn front of me sugar screams as toothless crones throw them in oil boilingBreaded rings crying out to be someone else’s precious thingPotatoes wrapped in fat soaked paperUngrateful hands grabConsume for little energyI like the hot dogs
I smellBehind me souls of the faceless swam attracted by the lightSweat of parents desperate to see though their past child's sightHope of warm winters from the money takersCorruption of the voted managersDesperation of the broken
I like the pretty lights