I think Ive written my Mona Lisa: Waking up by deepening the disconnect. Disassociation from our machination Self scrutiny, achieving maximum dissonance. This dream had seemed to be a reality Butwas nothing more than R.E.M. n Dmt Converting tones from thoughts to atoms from actions, Force focused on the corners of a spinning circle. Listlessly drifted towards a stable lucid state. Self awareness the tool to break out of bondage A means to leave behind this broken, Gaudy, plastic, flattened plane. False notions decompose once exposed to oxygen Shedding skin and bones down to the soul. Simple yet expansive, thinking atomically The truth is then derived from an open cord. The air begins to thin the farther one ascends. Which culls the weak, gasping driven off a ledge Howling storming winds the music of this chilling place The summit warrants crawling webs of lightning veins. Grueling gravity and its sister stagnancy Make millenia pass by in but a decades time While wondering what to do During such short a latency Seeds of doubt have spurned a guilty idling. Just wait, look inside first Can you see it yet cerebral diver? Are you detuned? Perhaps adjust your mind first. Thank yourself, Blame yourself.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 00:22:04 +0000