Stream of Consciousness
my stream of consciousness
flows over the smooth at times jagged pebbles
of my day, it grows
into a torrent of thoughts
rapidly hitting against
the boulder of your heart
every waking conscious thought
without a reason or rhyme
or any sort of organized meaning
flows to one destination
you
nothing else
every other event
each and every happening
somehow connects to you
the turbulent or serene
flow of these thoughts go
how, I don't know
to you
what can I do
this babbling cacophony of sound
this disjointed attempt
at existential reality
never shapes into formal thought
only you
I wake, I sleep in you
my dreams are devoid of images
only your eyes
your face
no other trace
my consciousness is you
this stream
this reality
these toughts
would cease to flow
if there weren't your inner glow
Just so you know
you can bathe
get soaked to the inner core
you can dip in for more
bring that narcissism to the fore
I adore
you
my stream
of
consciousness
carries
nothing
but you
Eileen Manassian
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2017
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