Annie

A small world
2010-06-05 17:33:44 (UTC)

Hungry

Hungry

"Wake up, I am hungry."
An echo.
It wavers, fades and returns.
But I grasp only the faint feathers
of the floating voice.
Dreams are repeating;
randomly, independently ...
And what sir?
Singly child, singly.

Waves crash all around me
with a vicious velocity, as if
exacting a revenge long ago planned.
Drifting in and out of my sleep
Dream and Reality are playing;
Two ghostly children on a deadly game
of Hide and Seek.
Can't even tell them apart,
spawns of my muddleheaded mind.
Like the melting icecream,
my meandering mind is
sloshing, blending and diffusing.

You must be ravenous;
Starving for my embrace
and the outline by my HBs.
At an infinitesimal pace, you
are invading me from every angle.
From my scandalously chewed fingers
that caress every dip in your curve,
to the tired heart that fell in love
with all your radiant eccentricities.
You have me hypnotised.

Can you hear her counting?
Zero, quarter pi, half pi, Pi ...
And now Dream is on the hunt for Reality.
Oh yes, this is war.
You, with your imaginary solutions
to the unmanageable questions.
Me, armed with frozen orange juice
and a screen screaming DIV/0 ERROR.
Gah!

So let me fight this war
In the name of sleep and peace!
And you will consume me
No More.




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