Come play Hyde and see
22 April 2016
Do you sleep
Within waking Times
Unknown bliss
Slithering
Away from your withered hands
The shy bloom destroyed
Do you sleep
Between walking ghosts
They speak night
Bleak darkness
On the other side of light
They draw black patterns
Do you yawn
Waking up tedium
Tight eyelids
Ignorance
Sewn against the remembrance
For what the soul yearns
Do you yawn
Your emblem boredom
As world skids
Out of reach
Reality’s dead fragrance
Reeks morals you preach
Do you know
Pulling the carpet
Unsettles
Your kingdom
The smoke loses its high fires
Seeking a new Gray
Do you know
You see then forget
Amnesia
Forever
Your mind’s chosen Sisyphus
Come play Hyde and see
Reading of the poem:
Truman Sleeps – Philip Glass
Gone – Philip Glass
The Hours – Philip Glass
The Kiss – Philip Glass
The Light – Philip Glass
The Illusionist Suite – Philip Glass
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