The chord that pulls
Who are we
when we sleep?
Are we cities of
concrete,
neon lights and
smoky bars, are
we lines of a song,
or stray voices echoing
a note on
the midnight breeze. Are we fairy tales
told to us
as children long
ago.
Are we rocks and
fire trails.
Are we missionaries,
or mortars. Are
we boat builders or
aviators, are we our work,
words on a page, the
dinner we ate or the TV we
watched. Are we the
book we read before we turned
out the light, the
words whispered when we drifted
off to sleep. Are we
oceans, or streams, or rivers
of fish. Are we
avatars. Other worlds? Are
we bruises from
the void.
or Monsters of the Id?
ReplyDeleteyou decide!
definitely id monsters, that goes without saying ;)
ReplyDeleteI wonder this too, not just the going to bed versions of sleep either. The big where?
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