Thursday, March 6, 2014

A pixellated dream world
begets a work of paint.

Your simulated mindfulness
turns me into a saint.

Mental image, quantum states,
Our soul becomes collapsed.

My high-pass filters resonate,
With you resounding last.

1 comment:

  1. "Simulated mindfulness turns me into a saint" ...omg that reminds me of how my friend is going through a break up right now. His vision of her was not how she actually was and the discrepency pretty much ruined him at the end. I love how your writings mean and convey so much with so few words.