As I sleep my nights away, thousands of neurons are firing off. My consciousness oscillates in and out of the slow wave, while a room of mirrors opens in my mind. One in which mirrors shape and bend my thoughts. Fragments of my waking life adapt into random alterations, and find I'm always looking for a pattern. Always searching for order and understanding in it all. Five cycles from awake to rapid eye movement sleep, but when the cycle is broken, the brain stem can be slow to catch up. I find myself unable to move any muscles during sleep, paralyzed. My sensory input amplifies and distorts my surroundings into childhood fears, while that nagging authoritative peace keeper my mind establishes itself to be, fights for freedom.
Please, if you have the time.
If you have the patience, if you have the mind,
Take this poem as a sedative, let your thoughts aline.
Breathe in your surroundings, let them combine,
form an emotion that you exhale, on the vine.
I don't normally listen to this band, but this song seems to fit my state of mind right now. Im sitting outside with a warm cup of coffee, and writing poems on the fly. The one above is just one of them, but they all are derived from inspiration this song has injected into me like a shot of adrenaline. So please read Jack Kerouac's poem over here ---------------------->
then listen to this | and enjoy.
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