Here he comes
Red the ***
Rambler, rigmaroller
Jesus’s son
Signing autographs
On pantyhose
Contemplating “never”
“Nothing matters
More than ever.”

More fun hiding I’m the AntiChrist
Than hiding I ****

Not none
Not all

Lemniscate
Is the proper name
Of the sideways
Eight

They soaked my microbes
In the charged field
That those meat beings
Make up stories about.

When the stories agree,
They all start to perceive
The particle soup
In a similar way
And they call their
Way of perceiving
The partical bath:
Reality

It's pretty overwhelming
And it seems
Almost real

Except
They have this one
Unrealistic thing
Called time.

I go along with it all
But I'm pretty sure
I'm being farmed
Or I'm an agent of some force
That I'm designed
Not to notice
Or comprehend

I'm only allowed to
Perceive stuff
Once the farmers decide
It's useful
In the perpetuation
Of whatever
We're supposed to perceive
In this charged field
I'm led to
Believe is
Real

That which is
That which is not
Go through entropy
Over time
And
More of that which is
Joins that which is not
More of what is not becomes what is
And
Black and White
Give up

Waiting
For an explosion
Or a phone call
Expecting doom again
Expectations are even worse than perceptions
Regarding being undependable
And
Easy to fall for <that which seems but is not>