tape-eater

What it is to become a dream…

Image Credit: National Gallery of Art (Cloud Study: Stormy Sunset, 1821-1822, John Constable)

like a constantly changing sky singing its gliding melodies of colour through

pillowy obfuscations, a thought can only break through and reflect in a mind

that’s equally as clear as it is conflicted.

no cataracts,

no confusion,

nothing but clear-cut contemplation.

once it meanders past those careful clouds, it becomes conscious of more than

itself.

but is there really more to it?

always so ready to simultaneously dismiss and affirm the notion;

a paradox of perception and perspective both pleases and pains.

the cosmos beyond that’s inconceivably far somehow invokes the same feelings as

dreams that are inconceivably close to you.

the expanding infinite external and the ephemeral finite internal. the illusion of self;

a chameleon-like ouroboros of vague fleeting impressions,

a hungry tape-eater

that carves the very memories of consumption.

may not be a perfect preservation but rather can be a perfect reflector, not into

who you were,

but what you are.

(keep forgetting to close your parenthesis.

open ended, boundlessly closed inside and let loose uncomplete.

a vague regret

corrodes your recollection like magnetic tape melting in the blistering sun.

cooked in the heat and ready to eat.

missed opportunity possesses another cloudy day further obscured

by the dusty balcony door and eyes that can’t be bothered to open

any wider.

a feeling of freedom.

the metallic taste of what is to come accompanied by bitterness.

continue on your aimless walk at a pace that aches within minutes.

meaning with a form or mere form without a meaning?

// absence of meaning construed as meaning?

what it is to become a dream.

don’t worry, i’ll close it for you.)

a picture forms, and suddenly i’m where you used to be.

an apology

baseless

becomes

cobwebs

collecting

decaying

dust

expressing

empathetic

faux-

faithful

good grace

hardly

healing the

illness in

jarring

jest.]

it eludes

you!

[escapes far

away at a

dilated

distance

with swift

speed]