” dancing on the inside of my eyelids ”
because i don’t know how to dance
not any particular dance
and i think i know how to groove to sound waves echoes off of walls reverberated through those listening in steady motion to their own tune stepping to every different beat!!!
and free steps to i don’t care about the conventions – and if i could learn them, time and resources permitted , i would
just for the chance of a little more socializing with any of the souls i wish to interact with, who wish too, to interact with me
so in the depth of sleep, a dance, hopefully to chase away the nightmares of cross stares of the vile who commit time & time again – crimes that never go on trial.
dancing on the inside of my eyelids to get to the top of all my fantasies – dreaming of living, in the state of still on this earth before eating dirt
dancing on the inside of my eyelids where at times vivid dreams come across so real that i believe i am in the passion of the heat coming from the hot body i studied only to have never been with one for all these years to absolutely no fun (in this manner)
dancing on the insides of my eyelids, because i can hold them open not a moment longer, and though it be practice for eternal sleep or eternal life after they close forever to this and find celestial evidence that we shall never realize here!!!
so goodnight, today we breathed, and did all as if our last breath filled our lungs and for no gasping for another – we gave all, received all and some selflessly and others in greed, and who is to know what one is right and which is wrong, except for the pain any of it caused one or many others.
peace and love to U all, friends known and friends yet to know!!!