Imaginary Friends

spheres of skinlessness

flickering orbs


of breath



clouds of fire

a wild world of pareidolia 



swimming with electricity

piecing it together


and there he lives

the short man with angry brown hair

bouncing off pain voices

peeing in the toybox

dead in the fridge

we kill the unseen with our arrogant not knowing





oh essential formlessness

I name you

with my name


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Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

10 thoughts on “Imaginary Friends

  1. I used to think that summer days were the only thing to truly look forward to that nature provides in an expansive manner, but I’ve since realized that beauty, as ugly as we can be, comes from us too, through the pores and out the eyes, a radiation that’s undeniable and worth waiting for – just like those summer days. You exude it, Poet. And there he lives… so do we all.

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