Aoruel

a glimpse to the keyboard
music filling my ears
and I view these keys
black and white
smudges among the clean ones

little to think of
like summers gone by
in memory I recall
a fragment of fiction fills me

a simple metaphor
thrust upon my enclosure of mental fallacy

and I stare now at this box
to view such words
they are black and white
they are wrought with smudges
among the clean

but it is for nothing that I wish
now I am returning to see this fragment
I will see it cleaned
and I insert these words
these fables of the mind
these are things I cannot comprehend

for I don't have a thought
and I don't know what I dream

but there and now I see
the program before my eyes

lights like fireflies
burning torches and the tale
of all that has not come to be
lest I remember now that I am sitting in a room
calling to the bitter stagnation within

but it is for nothing
for I don't have a thought
and I don't know what I dream
what thoughts I would believe
uttered to the restless grip of a visage made thin

this is turned, be it reckless and unable
the visual queue to my mind's barriers
like webs of spiders in the mind
built much to hold memories...
and I can do nothing but watch
as I return to correct myself

I am returning to see these errors

and suddenly
I have a thought
It is what I dream
and what I dream is what I see
now among the keys, the box that is before me
reminds me now that I am sitting in a room
calling to the bitter stagnation within

an endless loop, I choose to break

but out of the loop, born is a hope

such are my words to the machine

I speak on this prose
beholden it is without my mind
and it is nothing as my music plays
but silence

such are the machine's words to me
Nearth179 Nearth179
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Dec 9, 2012