Geremia
Geremia
Apr 05, 2016

JOURNEYS INTO THE MIND

JOURNEYS INTO THE MIND

Through a looking glass darkly
I stepped
Into a world of a black sun
a soulless place in the bowels
of fear and desperation
no truth to guide me
no light to follow
lost on the other side
of the moon.

Richard for Joe

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weirdelf

it becomes virtually unfathomable. Except for the change from
1 Corinthians 13:12 King James Version
For now we see through a [looking] glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

Very, very dark, even for you. A black sun would be a black hole where even light and time can't escape. No escape.

Geremia

Good to see you, my good friend, Thank you for your input. You fully understood all my references.

Richard for Joe

lovedly

delve nor fathom
the depths of poetic oceans
that thou surf-est most
Joe thy poetic art is all still galore
all want to read of you much more

ere you pass the bright sun as pure black glass
a black hole
a mirror of sorrow
no no no
but that will never ever come tomorrow
sun is PURE BRIGHT life
now all know

Geezer

know where we go, only that we go. To the Dark Side Of The Moon?
Somewhere no one has ever reported back from. Dark... Yes, but not without a certain beauty! ~ Gee.

Rula

"A souless place in the bowl of fear"

I don't know if it is suitable to say this Joe, but this line is really distinguished.
I might and others understand the pain, but I bet no one can put it in words the way you do.
Be well!