Degrees of Darkness

[Mr D]

Im a bloated
Floating
Flattening
Shadow
Hugging at the world
With fog thin
Folium
Aura
Chroming
Me a hue

I sparkle
To the blackest
Marble
Inside of my
Non-dimensional
Too whole to cover
Trap with words

Absorbing heat
In hopes of creating a
Hell
Fit
Of making me
King in a world of
Gods
Tripping on clouds
Brought up by boredom.
I shelter swords in me
Sometimes
I fuse within
Without
The rhythm of
The sheathing
Swoosh

I finger
The Void
Still. A bit absorbed.
Corroded soul morphed
With flickering corpses of
Past selves ghasted
In the morgues
In the accumulated spot
That marks the
Middle of what
Courses thru
My living
Vivid
Inner
Voices

Written noise
In colors
Shaded
Black
Like shallow
Cropps
Crooked by the
Petrol
Props. Plastic smoke
And rainbow mirrors
.
You dreamt of eyelashes
Taking you to prison
When they open their
Bars
To blur a loading
Reality.

Infesting with nesting emotions
I follow the rhyme of the ocean
Derived in the notion of nonsensical
Drama -
I wipe clean
Like blinking
Mario after
Reset.

[dwells]

"King in a world of gods" - always good to be top dog, but only Zeus and Odin know for sure my friend.
Your prison metaphor was most excellent and always a treat D-man - cheers! - Dan

[Chelle]

This poem was more visual than anything else, creating these images with the floating descriptions. It's not concrete though, leaving it up to the reader.

[miharu]

The physical realness of the first stanza really contrasted nicely with the metaphysical seeming second stanza. I entertained the idea of the speaker playing God in the third and forth stanza. But wow, that second to last stanza - the idea of being trapped in my own head was made creepy clear to me with your imagery.

[rupertpupkin]

Wonderful write. Well done on your most deserving spotlight. Loved that penultimate verse

[Mr D]

thanks, friends, for your wonderful insights on this piece
truly appreciated
cheers
D