The Ability
May 22nd 2007 03:14
To Stare Right Through People
Yet not to be able to stare past them.
At once, simultaneously, at different times
To make two seemingly disconnected lines
Find their own unique rhymes
The ability to find beauty
In the unexpected jumble
Of unprocessed codes of information
To Dissect brainwaves' amalgamation
The exhileration of expectation
For life to fling beauty at you,
No matter which way you swerve.
The organisation of loose cannons
The sweetness of a crude interruption
The mellifluous disruption
Of any sense of cohesion
That could possibly be established.
This way I'll always live my 'fantasy'
Have no faith in the jaded gaze of 'reality'
I see it, and it sees me,
but may it never impose its vision upon me.
Yet not to be able to stare past them.
At once, simultaneously, at different times
To make two seemingly disconnected lines
Find their own unique rhymes
The ability to find beauty
In the unexpected jumble
Of unprocessed codes of information
To Dissect brainwaves' amalgamation
The exhileration of expectation
For life to fling beauty at you,
No matter which way you swerve.
The organisation of loose cannons
The sweetness of a crude interruption
The mellifluous disruption
Of any sense of cohesion
That could possibly be established.
Have no faith in the jaded gaze of 'reality'
I see it, and it sees me,
but may it never impose its vision upon me.
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