PANDORAS-PIE

(Black Balloons Paradise)

Passive and coiled between two sounds
Roses with a deafening ring
Devils with upside down frowns

Awaking in a dream last autumn I saw a familiar face

It was of lovers that had fallen, angels with singed decaying wings.

Dripping from oceans of envy betrayal and a quaint pain

You cannot seem to completely forget.

And the sleep only gave it room to swim and feed in the realms of the astral.
Be it lucid or insomnia-addictive, can you tell me please?

But in that vision I saw me. I was a child, innocent, pure.

Death wasn't an option and fearful dreams were never heard.

I was standing in a river, cold a dismal in nature.

Only the river didn't flow down the mountain,
Rather, it delivered from every direction, into me.

(Time feels like sand...)

I stood over a fault line that tremor the nerves in my body.

(Tastes like saline...)

I spoke an unknown language and prayed it would set my soul free,

(I heard the sound of light...)

But nothing happened and Jesus never came for me.

And so black balloons fell from jealous skies

And so now even I am confused.

(A quiet voice can be heard)

A child's cry resembles broken dreams but only in the eyes of the unseen

(We stretch the echo...)

There's something deeper here

 And there's something longing
And there's something here that there's no denying

So the artist gracefully takes its first brush stroke

With calligraphic movement a silver spiral is revealed
Catatonic and crawling, catatonic and barely recalling
And so I bury my feet into the sand, crack a smile at the motion.

Inside out and suddenly the moment is clear

Pandora stumbles upon its greatest parable..
What is false and what is virtue,
Who are we and did I mention I never meant to hurt you?

So I'll sail the currents where the dead sleep in the sea
And every few miles I stop and attempt to recall just who I might be.

The words escape and there are no remains only this black and white perception.

By David Powers
Sometime in 2003