Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Dream big, fall hard
The dream is still alive,
It's lying there on the floor,
Practically comatose.
It wriggles and flinches.
It dances a seizure right before
My very eyes.
The dream is still alive,
But only just so.
I'll have to feed it through
A tube for most of its extended
Life. I'll have to exercise its
Legs from time to time.
It is a vegetable, but it can
Come back anytime, or so says
Some medical experts.
The dream is still alive.
But not by much.
It hangs from that delicate thread,
Dangling back and forth,
In and out of the realm of death.
In and out of this surreality.
I think it needs a hug,
But its lifeless arms can barely move
In a hugging motion.
It is another something I can't grasp.
The dream is still alive,
Although its flame, extinguished.
June 21, 2006
Suge
It's lying there on the floor,
Practically comatose.
It wriggles and flinches.
It dances a seizure right before
My very eyes.
The dream is still alive,
But only just so.
I'll have to feed it through
A tube for most of its extended
Life. I'll have to exercise its
Legs from time to time.
It is a vegetable, but it can
Come back anytime, or so says
Some medical experts.
The dream is still alive.
But not by much.
It hangs from that delicate thread,
Dangling back and forth,
In and out of the realm of death.
In and out of this surreality.
I think it needs a hug,
But its lifeless arms can barely move
In a hugging motion.
It is another something I can't grasp.
The dream is still alive,
Although its flame, extinguished.
June 21, 2006
Suge
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