Windows

Looking through
the windows of the mind.
Transfixed by misty light divine.
Violet, the hues of vast twilight.
They sang the blues
as stars begin to blink.
As rising high, they shrink
into the power of the tempest.
Weak with the belief
they could be best.

Just looking through
the windows of the mind.
The landscape was triangulated.
Windblown, like the great striated clouds.
Like life before the flesh becomes a shroud.
Screaming silently into the pain.
Leaking through the channels of the brain.
Adventure turned to terror in the rain.

Just looking through
the windows of the mind.
Feeling as if all the world's gone blind.
Or was it only he that couldn't see
the swelling touch of all eternity...?

? Michaelette ?

10/20/2005
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