Genre's of Cognition

Sweeping requiem
I've been here before
Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene
white walls lead me to an empty room
A bed with white linen, a mirror with a white frame embellished with carved gold lace, and an empty white crib
No people, no laughter, no sounds of chatter
Sweeping requiem
I've been here before
Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene
A passenger in a car speeding down an empty road at midnight in the desert
Air on my face from the cracked window
Smiling, laughing, and free no worry of crashing
Sweeping requiem
I've been here before
Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene
A prince and his queen with a loyal court
Finest furnishings
Sweet lips kiss on my hand, my forehead, blushing at each sweet word said
Sweeping requiem
I've been here before
Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene
A space odyssey
unknown forces and forms
Glowing gasses and lights and technological might
Sweeping requiem
I've been here before
Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene
I'm being chased, followed and stalked
like a gazelle by a lion
Under attack by an ever-present force
Running, running and hiding. The palpable fear stunning.
Sweeping requiem
I've been here before
Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene
I trace the books on the shelf a compendium of worldly knowledge.
The bed with white linen, a mirror with a white frame embellished with carved gold lace, and a crib
Just down the hall
A room with white walls, airy sweeping blue curtains
A painting of a tree in indigo and a rocking chair
I always stand in the doorway, nothing to say.
Staring in a room, as if I know
this space, this room, while I hear an old comforting tune
Waiting for someone, what feels like a Millennium.

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