Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

a lame poem about doing salvia

the doors to perception are a grimy obstacle
flying above them in your sky scraper bedroom
is that sweat on my calf
or scarabs of blindness
as i zoom out into the vast world of whiteness
looking out from my micron perch
and as my world peels away from all the others
like a child i try hide my face
but she tells me that i chose to see this
she tells me that i broke the rules
and it all comes sinking in that i am
just single a ball of atoms in a big stack
of made up realities
a parallel nate

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