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Dec. 24th, 2017 @ 07:05 pm Poem - In Realms
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My search for poetic inspiration leads me to collect source material for later writings. Somewhere along the way, probably on Tumblr, I saved the quote, “My mind of course went to naughty places, and then I found myself seeing into your realm of dreams or the precursor to dreams. This is where fantasy and reality exist as one, yet still separate”. This was the fodder for my poem “in Realms”. It speaks to the miasma of what has been, what could be, and the longing the binds the two together.

In Realms

My mind has drifted far from here, to a realm not yet real
following hints of what could be, on the path now over grown
fantasies I once knew, ruminations of bygone years

pipes of Pan sound in my ears, in the distance, near at hand
prompting me to dance again, this is fully lust’s domain
reality crossing the labyrinth, on the edge of sanity

there I stand and wonder why Cupid struck without regard
what was lost was for the best in the balance of the world
put aside, lest all know, the fevered dreams of a fool

reveries of of the base desire, passions nurtured deep inside
held at ebb in judgment's time, to discern where I am
one or the other will be my end in realms of bliss or nightmare’s stead.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171224.
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