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A Moment of Surrealism
By Mad Hatter
Up in space,
With shooting stars and Jesus,
I let fall apart what I have made.
I wonder what be the expression on God's face?
As I create
Beauty from this decomposition,
And that which deteriorates,
I find comfort in the hate.
I breathe deep breaths of breathless air,
Up in their "who, what, when, why, and wheres?"
And pupils grow in blank stare
To my mirror words that look towards them,
Yet somehow reflect myself.
I lay floating in the waterless water,
With these thoughts that think for themselves,
Finding something, losing me.
I once dreamt,
Now I am the dream...
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Copyright 2016 Madison Hatter
Published on Friday, February 19, 2016.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
The interpretation will be different based on the person reading it.Comments on "A Moment of Surrealism"
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On Friday, February 26, 2016, Void Vortex
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wrote:
Becoming the creator, not the created, is the deepest form of enlightenment. I love your border-less perception. much enjoyed! :)
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A former member wrote:
with these thoughts that think for themselves. Thats classic. Nice poem over all.
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