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Sat 17 Jul, 2004 05:41 pm
In the mind,
Sweet confusions
Conscience chimes.
Fantasy, imagination
Carves a map of stardust nations
Where all come and take the wafer
Lips that touch in feeling safer.
Rites of passage,
Rites of christening,
No one feeling, no one listening
All soaked up in past illusions
Chalice of a colder fusion.
Cool Letty, I liked it. It reminded me of some kind of chant.
Stand up, so glad you felt the beat. The drone of chants can call us to the ruins of a temple, or the finery of life. Even Gregory might have approved. <smile>
This poem was an enthralling one to read, Letty; I loved it. As well as the cadence, I liked the way that the positive and negative sides of the illusions combine in this mysterious way.
Thank you, my friend--the rights and rites of mankind. <smile>
Somewhere I read that folks should have delusions. It's what keeps the imagination going at a steady pace.
It does, you are certainly right, my dear Letty. Also, through history, delusional 'truths' have brought more comfort to people during times of adversity than any other thing, which is amazing, really. Delusion, nonetheless, is often the adult equivalent of being a 'rêveur;' I find it better to have one's misconceptions than to lose a whole part of oneself... such an important part.
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