Curious the journeys in life we undertake, and strange the destinations at which we arrive.

Everything is a mirage, a dream within a dream, a never-ending voyage or thought of waking to life.

The rippling effect of consciousness feeds the beast, and creates confusion of a depth unimaginable.

A blood feast of sorts, or perhaps a shallow loathing, clinging perversely to the birth to death experience (as if it matters).

And, in desperation, marching to a dim song or muttering heard from somewhere beyond a strand of the glistening tapestry of time.


Text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan
“Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©”
Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™

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