Demented Dimensions

If life is an infinite collection of moments,
Then the vase of memory has shattered in to pieces.
Every one of my breathes, became a vortex across my oceans.
Started a tide, a wave, perhaps a tsunami.

How could one, be similar to another,
If we do not even know if we see the same colors?
 
We use words, we use labels,

​For our destinations and our fables,

But do you even know,

​What created you?

In this world, seconds stretch for eternity,
Minutes inspire revolutions,
Images scar our armor.
We are a canvas of fire, struck by the match of moments.

How could we ever be one word,
if we are a book of life?

​How could we ever be an image, a star,

if we are a galaxy, at heart?


The sun sets in a planet of mind,
my eyes are blue with ambition.
The moon falls in the damage of my sky,
my eyes are red with aggression.
I do not know who I am,
but my soul is alive with the essence.

Comfort in chaos, a grasp that we are gruesome,
Endless ascension.

Think without words, you are as limitless as the skies you wonder about,
Demented Dimensions.