Standing in the dark
surrounded by spectrum
im not built to sense.
And seeking new direction,

Again, in the light.
My heat infected skin
Pain is attracted
By ultraviolet sin.

Again in the dark,
A world i cannot see
Hovers high above me
by sight, hidden from me.

What little i can see,
as the light returns to me
The sources, far away
Are masked again by day.

Iridescent retreat.
the unreachable return to me.
Though the known unknowns remain,
Recording history

Maybe we can see
well, not personally
But by other means
Its revealed to me
red, blue, and green
in translation see

Stunned in silence.
Memories of another mind,
haunt these visions with blinding light.
Filled with objects i recognize,
But cannot name.

Where...

                                                                        The hell...

                            Am I...

                                    GET THEM OUT!

The scorching images burden me.
                                                               I cannot name them.
                                Am i crazy?

I have no words to describe,
In these depths of fish with no eyes,
They'll put me away
They will keep me hidden away.


dangling this lamp
inside my head
in hope it attracts
Those who can understand.

Their labels are cast
Through Formulas,
Theorys,

The logic, abstract
Reasoning
Faith

And one who has grown
These organs necessary
To perceive for themselves
This burden i carry.
She reaches so high
Her hand disappearing
And pulls herself out...

My God it was scary

I will not follow

I will NOT follow

I SHOULD not follow

I cannot follow...

That wasn't real
It didn't just happen
She knew what was there
They thought she was crazy

Perhaps i can go

I think i should go.



Reach my hand up in the dark
Consumed by the moist, hard nothing above
I break through and God!
It feels new, warm

Pull myself up, out of my grave.
The fish below mourn, they don't know I am saved
The light in my head was real
But i still hear them mourn.

She stood there, grinning...

what is this that i see beyond this film stretched before me,
what is this that i see in this panorama surrounding me,
What i see,
What i feel,
Not with hands,
Not with eyes,

Trying to reach behind

A void meant to grasp?
Or to never access?
Behind the pretty pictures in front of my eyes,
Behind what i see, what i hear, feel with hands

this pepper spray reality.
Blinding my Eyes,

-

Is this life more than Paper?
Scribbled on by infant minds
Are these thoughts more than synapse?
Forsaken logic, analyzed


I'd Leave this world behind,
Only to glimpse the void that lies beyond.



Hearing thoughts, with our ears
Dragged somehow into reality,
Paranoid, what was that?
Was it truly just imagination?

Shadows crawl, in peripherals
How can we acknowledge what is not there?
How can we see nothing?
We're taught to disregard, not care.

No place defined for memory,
No room to judge our sanity
No evidence of consciousness
No way to know what once was of us,
But still, we know our memory
And still we judge our sanity
To restrain what we DO know
Of what we could be

Why do we hide?
Why are we afraid?



This life is only paper
Scribbled on by our infant minds
We're more than what we accept.
****** on hierarchys.

In the beginning we'll leave this world behind
In the end we'll return here again to find
What we were was unbelievable,
To what we are, seems divine

This world, what we are
This life, cast the film aside
In death, A glimpse, never an end
Rebirth,
A chance to try again,



Why do we hide?
We haven't opened our eyes.



This life is only paper.
This life is only fragile, printed paper
This life is only Paper.

Let'er R.I.P.

The moment has passed, but it still is not too late
To forsake the greatly separated paths we've chose to take
Cutting off to the clearing forged, by feet, of matted grasses
Trailing round the pines and oak, whom fragrantly halt attachment
But their sight, so tall, and woody scent so strong and pleasant
Distracts us from the task we try to hold here at the present
But we soldier on, and wavering dodge all obstacles we see
So that "me" "myself" and "I", through "Us" can become "We"

Parallel paths given life from what we've made
Forming lines into a grid, all paths for everyone to take
Whats yours is mine and hers and his and continued making, still
Forever all of ours, our experience, free will.