Sharpwater

Sharpwater
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Its what your dreams are made of.
It’s what your fears are made of.
It’s what your life is made of.

Star dust in a black box,
imagination stressed to reality,
starving within for knowledge without.

Streaming consciousness pressed to the
souls window, enthralled by all that glitters.
Elements of matter, enlightened by curiosity,
and energized by shadows of doubt.

Stretched across the breadth of mind,
emotional experience beats its rhythm,
upon a passionate universe, exploding in
chaos and patterns of quantum dissonance.

It’s what your dreams are made of,
animals and gods of the night sky.

It’s what your fears are made of,
shadows and the unknown force of mortality.

It’s what your life is made of,
the dust of stars who’s light has traveled
billions of years to greet you.

We dance under the weight of the gravity
that permeates the vastness of everything.
We think and we know, we think, we know.
A pleasurable pain is all that remains.