Sleep in Dreams
Sleep in dreams:
Raw found data, of what it seemed
Deaf voices, carrying sound
As we ripped out all the seams.
Stop the parade:
You know the execution's stayed
Mad men come very cheap
On the edge of a razor's blade.
Life's just a bauble's glint:
Antidote, for where the poison went
Want to leave behind this carnival
Before my heart becomes a barnacle.
Raj Arumugam
Sometimes I feel like this too: Want to leave behind this carnival Before my heart becomes a barnacle. But I don't want to go just yet (though I'll go gladly if it's time!) as I still want to see how gracefully I grow old!
Sometimes I feel like this too: Want to leave behind this carnival Before my heart becomes a barnacle. But I don't want to go just yet (though I'll go gladly if it's time!) as I still want to see how gracefully I grow old!
You have posted many beautiful poems recently but this one particularly grabs my attention. 'Want to leave behind this carnival/ Before my heart becomes a barnacle..' is a most evocative image.