If I fall into an empty
well, what kind of real will be known, what kind of truth will show, what will
I see, what will I know?
Once awakened from
this dream denied, what will be spoken, what will be claimed, what shall be
seen?
What will be gained, what
will be freed, from a slumbering spell persisting—in waves, in floods what colors
shade the love buried beneath the sky above?
If I faint, will you breathe
me whole?
Will awareness follow?
I do not know
Will you shun your
gaze and gasp for air?
I do not dare
Shall we walk away or
unite again?
If so,
then what comes next?
What
comes next?
What to do?
What to do?
really intriguing....love all the back and forth of questions in the end and i like that the structure gets kinda chaotic as well with them...whats next...we will find when we get there i guess...
ReplyDeletenever know what is to come, just have to choose a path and hope for the best, forgoing the rest.
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