DREAM UNTIL CREATED

LOOKING BETWEEN
THE PIECES
OF MYSELF
THE STEEL BEAMS
OF SELF DECEPTION
AND REFLECTION
CRAWLING IN AND OUT
BETWEEN THE LINES
OF BEGINNING
AND END
SPLIT BETWEEN
LIGHT AND DARK
AND THE REST OF IT

SAFETY
DOES NOT EXIST
BUT IN THE MIND
LIKE A PROMISE
KEPT
UNTIL BROKEN
THE ALPHA
AND OMEGA
OF TRUST
SINGED BY REALITY
KILLED BY TREACHERY
AND REBORN
LIKE THE PHOENIX

LIVING IN
THE STONE ITSELF
A VIEW OUT
BEING THE THING
YOU DREAM
UNTIL CREATED
CAST LIKE
A GOLDEN STATUE
ON THE FACE
OF GOD
SEEING THE THING
THOUGHT
AS COMPLETE


Bobby Jameson June 5, 2009