Friday, December 24, 2010

Landscapes

Serenity craved from extracting euphoria
from the countless countrysides cerebrally explored,
while editing their supposed quality,
then eliminating every detracting element.

Finally composing a perfect landscape
for the habitation of the spirit,
quietly storing each new addition
as reference goal library.

But they become exploding designs,
which detonate in the head
once images no longer appeal as enhancing
after you tried extracting quintessential portions
in order to construct
a private preserve in calm
that might help in escaping life’s demands.

In the collapsing piles of reality’s storage
within forms an evaluating record
of the facts collected.

Real tranquility only arrives
by not excusing one’s ignorance
or attempts at explaining away blunders
as other than mistakes.

Calm kisses in the consequence
where a haven of truth
gives its own sincere and enduring validity
over the illusions used as visionary paint.

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