Crimson FogA Poem by E.J. Waling
Sailing
through the crimson fog to places never seen. Soaring past strange worlds, stars, galaxies and time, I be. Seeing universes as they once were and yet to be. Sliding through alternate realities seeing all that could possibly be. Dazzling vistas as far the eye can see. Sensing only what my senses allow. Knowing, it be the tip of a deeper reality. One I will never see. Caged in my limited reality I be. © 2018 E.J. Waling |
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Added on September 17, 2018 Last Updated on September 17, 2018 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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