Monday, May 01, 2006

swing

body limited by constraints of time space direction
minds dimensions infinite

mind does body's bidding constructs framework called reality

mind regains control each night forces body to sleep
ignores its constructs passing freely from past to east to last

now close eyes
lay down reality

travel on my swing

hard flat wooden seat softens to rubber to caressing hand
sways you breeze gentle in distancehazy dappled sunlight

swing harder schoolyard fence clearblue sky arc past

clench hands tight feel chains cut palms
tip back legs up hair streaming closed eyes flicker open
earth races past

let clever brain treat body to instant altered reality
anxious delight

come spin
round around around
faster faster faster
stop
stare hard at twisting world
laugh as left tips up over right
try to walk
fall
strain against a new gravity
mild nausea your price
for reality tampering

come with me to my pool
you can stand its only chest deep
now a triple underwater somersault
run out of air panic lose direction
no up no down
flail surface gasp

let your mind take you
where your body can't go

body an uneasy tyrant
makes you pay for each trip

exhaustion headache hangover

still each night
mind sleeps
dreams
wins

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