i take my heart out of my pocket
and avoid its snarling and bitterness
as i try to wrap it up a tissue
like it was a foul mouthed human
buzzing around like a wasp
changing my idelolity into a white jewelled ghost
ripping through my dreams
leaving me sat there in a broken sweat
in-between the margins of another existence
leaving me sat there
unsure if I am still alive
or the day has blown
into a oversized proportion.
The details!!! Reading it gave the experience of watching a motion picture .. loved the way you described the heart. Very brave and artistic imagery as well!
You explain that all vision may rely on the interdependence of an internal and external source. An external image projected in the mind, an internal image projected on our surroundings, and what can be generated from the overlapping of these forms of vision, allows us not just to witness and be witnessed by the world, but reify our beliefs, our dreams, and other visionary forms of the divine and transcendent into an observable imaginary. What truly separates us from our environment or from each other, with those cellular membranes so small and infinite? If immanence is an inward-moving version of transcendence, how does this complicate our understanding of the lyric, and via the lyric, the world?
Good, evocative write
love the ending here, Gray