In My
World
When the
viewing opens it’s not like a dream
You’re
awake and eyes wide open, lids closed
You know
that state as it begins to awake
Its looks
like an aperture crumbling into a widening opening
Mind’s
relaxed in curiosity
But it’s
being one with the picture velocity
Who
decides, maybe what, the defining view?
There’s
no clue but perhaps a common hue
I see
scenery and, it was like a movie
A happy
experience but no control
The same
view’s not usual
I never
know what to do, but remember the visual
White
house on a cliff with greenery surround
Cherry
blossoms with a mountainous background
But then
too, there’re other views with faces of evil staring
Pray hard
then, does this sound familiar to you?
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