HOME | DD

Description

    Don't be misled:

    that sea-song you hear

    when the shell's at your ear?

    It's all in your head.



    That primordial tide—

    the slurp and salt-slosh

    of the brain's briny wash—

    is on the inside.



    Truth be told, the whole place,

    everything that the eye

    can take in, to the sky

    and beyond into space,



    lives inside of your skull.

    When you set your sad head

    down on Procrustes' bed,

    you lay down the whole



    universe. You recline

    on the pillow: the cosmos

    grows dim. The soft ghost

    in the squishy machine,



    which the world is, retires.

    Someday it will expire.

    Then all will go silent

    and dark. For the moment,



    however, the black-

    ness is just temporary.

    The planet you carry

    will shortly swing back



    from the far nether regions.

    And life will continue—

    but only within you.

    Which raises a question



    that comes up again and again,

    as to why

    God would make ear and eye
    to face outward, not in?

    ~ Troy Jollimore

I wish you could see yourself through my eyes
There's no need to cling to unnecessary lies
The voice in your head whose spirit you stole
left you for dead but you dug the hole

And I could see where you had been
from the marks around your wrists
The red water washed around your sins
but are you as pure as this?
No you are not honest
You are not healthy
You are not honest, honest.

~ Maria Mena "Internal Dialogue ~ www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-UaKO…

Description

    Don't be misled:

    that sea-song you hear

    when the shell's at your ear?

    It's all in your head.



    That primordial tide—

    the slurp and salt-slosh

    of the brain's briny wash—

    is on the inside.



    Truth be told, the whole place,

    everything that the eye

    can take in, to the sky

    and beyond into space,



    lives inside of your skull.

    When you set your sad head

    down on Procrustes' bed,

    you lay down the whole



    universe. You recline

    on the pillow: the cosmos

    grows dim. The soft ghost

    in the squishy machine,



    which the world is, retires.

    Someday it will expire.

    Then all will go silent

    and dark. For the moment,



    however, the black-

    ness is just temporary.

    The planet you carry

    will shortly swing back



    from the far nether regions.

    And life will continue—

    but only within you.

    Which raises a question



    that comes up again and again,

    as to why

    God would make ear and eye
    to face outward, not in?

    ~ Troy Jollimore

I wish you could see yourself through my eyes
There's no need to cling to unnecessary lies
The voice in your head whose spirit you stole
left you for dead but you dug the hole

And I could see where you had been
from the marks around your wrists
The red water washed around your sins
but are you as pure as this?
No you are not honest
You are not healthy
You are not honest, honest.

~ Maria Mena "Internal Dialogue ~ www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-UaKO…