1/01/2013
79...Sonnet LV
Lost in translation as one would have it
in the timeless language of the unknown.
Imprisoned within the margins of the mind
ridicule was brought to bear all on my own.
Labeled tales of a vivid imagination
understandably misunderstood by some.
Yet significantly profound for one
as another day looms and is understood by none.
A parallel universe to grasp and understand,
few believe, most don't... the rest laugh inside.
Eyes have not seen or heard of such a thing
flagrantly disguised in a dream gone awry.
The molecular patterns of my fantasies
have been transformed and I wonder why.
DionWorx
Poetry
Life poems,
Sonnet
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