Island In A Sea Of Space
Night stroked the vision from the dream I became
While soothed to the pull from the door of the first page
The salt of ocean lingered in my nostrils that quivered
Confusion annulled existence rampant waves of haphazard rigor
Beneath opaque sapphire that crept on scarlet shores
Shimmering reminiscence particles between my velvet toes
As I kissed the look of horizon that rotated mechanically
On the soft romances of childhood kidnapped into Fantasy
I was spellbound in purgatory that was five miles round
Sheathed in Pacific imitation of Hawaii bold mounds
Forever encapsulated as the cynosure of pure anger
That was licensed to service by the Machiavellian Doctor
In an island in a sea of space
Old Satellites ascended in a cathedral of black mass
Whispering anxious luminescence in geodesic glass
Orion sat lackadaisically behind the nave of Ganymede
Vacillating the trajectory to escape his lovers band
As he encroached the heavens as I wondered as fractal
Drifting into emerald armadas of palm and oil
I knew that I sat in a microscopic country
Where camera eyes stared behind synthetic monkeys
Psychically interpreting the profile of dialogue
Engineered by my description and meager persona
Then he spoke in a voice with a serpentine eminence
A Mesmerizing entrapment of a father in anodyne
He told me that here I could find my mind
My paradise of solitude among the special kind
In the island of a sea of space
Towards dawn's new shore, I met a boy who was old
He was savage in a genius seeking flesh to damage
And in the tresses of a jungle was a girl never their
Who was locked in Ophelia's chastity of lunar care
While the doctor observed in his omniscient musings
Ushering emotion and compassion in calculated servings
As the boy turned the girl into a broken shell
And I was left stranded as the cure of the Dr pill
while he said in a voice that paralyzed my will
'Here there are no walls behind the vaulted sky
and I will give you light when you are lost in night
This will be your paradise free of mortal sin
The blemish of your fathers is free of growing pains
Unbounded to the treachery that makes the world of man
In an island in a sea of space
poem by Kevin Patrick
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