There was a time
nine galaxies away
I was conceived of a notion
dropped down in the ocean
licking the salt off pavement
powerful like flames
I used to wonder
about such occurrences
as such currencies
rendered my past invisible,
shading blended into the outline...
In this dimension
I'm like a cartoon character
against the 3D backdrop
like Jessica Rabbit
in a world of bullets and desire
sometimes feels like fire
There was a time
when it was all relative
but it was no relative of mine
my eyes journey some more
scan the horizon
blink back tears
cover my eyes like a caul
but I am not afraid of fear
When I dream
I am all that I seem
and if this seems like something you've seen
I'll be glad to pick up the pieces and leave
set aside time to reconvene
If my page is limited
I can't explain why
but sometimes it's all part of the process
I feel eyes watching as they pass on by
and usually I'm the watcher
feeling like a spy
chasing fantasy in the darkest of night
The eye inside
it dilates, it gyrates
it goes against the grain
the sandman's train
feel the pull
feel the strain
a magical thunderstorm
pelting like rain
I promise the only thing you'll feel
is the absence of pain
-Kelly Greenwood
