see, that’s the thing

of all the glass things i have seen today (in my dreams) as i saw Jesus and hand amputations and all that other stuff in my sleep through closed eyelids i saw what truly did or does matter

sitting in a funky settling even though its quite quiet. very quiet. just dombyra sounds and some music coming out of His headphones, what’s all that noise whatsoever? 

thats the lake 

the lies about colorful creatures and colors 

i lied about the blue, the mesmerizing blue that crystalizes the present turning it into an iceberg of beauty, the blue enigmatic creatures that hide behind the woods and under the sea, that tremble with the fall of leaves, hiding inside the water bubble infinity, that forever of hiding turns the bubble into a glass sphere, scaring away the people and all the living things out of fear of being misunderstood 

i never saw them

not even once during that frozen year

sure, i saw a couple silver sirens hit the waves and the seashore, 

although it was such a short glimpse of time of sight that it could’ve been anyone, really, but i strongly believed my eyes and the imagination

i saw them, the sirens, the silver like blue creatures, 

although deep inside i knew it wasn’t them

sometimes you just want something so hard you have to lie about it, so you can hold it in your mind and mouth for a minute, 

so you can say the words that you really want to say as if yes

i’ve seen it 

i know it

in fact, i am a part of it 

how real hunger has real taste, 

someone told me once, sirens those voracious sea fairies of the north atlantic, go blind from the sun, and may die from touching a human hand

but that too, is a lie

sirens never go blind

and they certainly never die