Dissociation (A Poem).

Dissociation.
"Et je voguais, lorsqu'à travers mes liens frêles
Des noyés descendaient dormir, à reculons !" Arthur Rimbaud, "Le Bateau Ivre ."



One shade to dull and mask all colours
For the sake of uniform relationship
Is a kind of death in life
Sterile dictatorship.

It is pain to drift between emotions
To whims of a chaotic ocean
No ebb or flow of tide, infinite shifts
Of free will wandering nerves adrift.

Notes must move in time and space
Stillness stifles movement
Pitch pattern code subliminal language
Like emotion bound to moment.

Are we guilty as adepts
Of exaggerative perception
Inciting both heights and depths
Extremities of emotion?

Angel of awareness
Poem of the sea.
Lease of consciousness
Between pillars of infinity.

a reply to: lonesomerimbaud


Ummm...Yes...I would say that we are indeed guilty of that...not only focused but...owned...perception...
Sometimes we cling so hard to perception that it's almost as if it had been purchased...no matter how skewed or non-considerate...

My guess would be White...a white mask...though not necessarily a white wash...

Notes are definitely waveforms and perhaps that's why they move us...birthing emotion...and awareness...




YouSir

Beautifully written!