The Beautiful Unreal

I can’t tell what’s real or not
when a pinch hurts in both worlds
while this sense-less-ness takes shape
where my imagination unfurls
To give way to the rape
of both soul and mind
my blessings are lost
left somewhere behind
I wonder the cost
to continually feel
the egg timer tick
on the beautiful unreal
Ha! they are so slick…
Tricking with desire
Swimming in sublimity
Before an early retire
There is such futility
In all that I revel
When the truth is forgot
Defined by its bevel


1 Response to “The Beautiful Unreal”

  1. 1 Saran Ekambaram December 11, 2009 at 6:47 am

    Written Saturday, August 22, 2009

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