I fell through a crack
In my own self conscious
And landed in that place
Where the ego launches
Misguided missiles
Of intentions unknown
Into those far-flung realities
Outside of any known zone

In those concentric orbits
I found a unified vision
Where any truth I've accepted
Now leads to a pending collision
Of acceptance or exclusion
Far beyond the realm of reason
Is the dimension of expanding doubt
Where Universal doubt executes truth for treason

And all relative reality collapses
Like a pinpricked balloon
To be absorbed into the maelstrom
Torrential meteors slamming into the Moon
No longer to be free roaming projectiles
The occasional visitors ,visions or omens in the night
But a contusion seen for millennium's by those
Thinking beyond Earthbound realities by seeing the Moon as more than just light

And fell through a crack in their own self conscious

We will rest in peace
All who
Like me will take solace
Caring not
What those who speak of us then
Will choose to call us
I do not live for those
Whose lives are lost in those foggy mishaps
Of Lost Dreams
Like little paper boats adrift
Upon slow moving streams
Somehow disappearing from sight
In  just a blip of time
When life pulls down the shades
That separates your vision from your mind
The only tonic is to go catatonic
And freeze yourself in place
And not unfold those dreams you sold
That sailed away  that fragile ship you feel the need to chase
Though deep inside the time altered mind
A vision clogs the stream
A million paper ships crashed upon the shore
So familiar seen before in reality or a dream
And though it galls these constant calls
You seek to pay no heed
To calls that seek to halt the flow
For successful alterations is not always what we need
A hungry soul may just be fine
If just once we see the ship disappear from site
Without succumbing to distractions that pulls down the blind.

Pessimism tells me
No need to even hope
So many knots exist now
Along the quarter mil rope
Stretched out full length
At one time it held such promise
Anchored to the foundation strong and straight
Passing through the Bushes damaged to where Obama's
Best efforts  to untangle and repair
No help from hate mongers lined up at the stump
One by one stepping up to make the same speech
Knot after knot was tied in our hope
Till that final knot and its *** not Trump.

My skin is cracked
pulling
split apart

Mucous forms, blood bubbles
fat popping
skin
melts

Hair afire!
skull snapping
arm bones
charred

Collapsed in two
scream fire
body
sinking

To Ashen State,
To Ashen State,

Immolation

To Ashen State,
To Ashen State,

A Man cannot be the  Sun.

I remember
I remember
I remember the day you reappeared

And I wondered
And I wondered
Why I never noticed that you had disappeared

What is it that makes us
Go so far around and out of bounds
In order to
Prove to you
And you to me
That we just don't... Really
Give a ****

I expected
I expected
That this one was going to be the last

Cause we're sinking
We're sinking
This emptiness between us has gotten so **** vast

That I know
That I know
Crashing and burning whenever we say words so unkind
That we end up  living and dying
On handouts and borrowed time

Floating around so aimless
Empty and nameless
Caught up in all the sameness
That comes from finally seeing
Finally seeing that I was being
Guilty of thinking of myself as blameless

I remember
I remember
I remember the moment you reappeared
It's funny how the choices we make
Changes the view
Of how it is I look at myself
And that changes
The way that I see you.

As if from out of nowhere
Gnarled Twisted fingers
With jagged rusting fingernails
Reached out ... Grabbing me
Dragging me... Back
From going over the precipice

Stopping the headlong tumble
Into that deep dark echoless Abyss
At that critical moment
Of complete systems failure
When the call of the Void
Seems impossible to deny

Convinced
That falling through the darkness
Would seem as if I could fly
I sensed
The siren song was calling to me
As it had been all along

Just as I let Go ... Leaning in
Relinquishing control
Those wrinkled withered hands
With the Twisted gnarled fingers
And those rusted over fingernails
Pulled me back.... With
Strength  incomprehensible

Freeing a Sinister scream of agony
Pure pain and despair
Ripping out and splitting the air
As it rose up from the depths
Of that deep Darkness... that
Echoless void

Someone had reached out...
... To save me
So I turned to see who... it was
That had pulled me back
Wondering how it is...
... That they knew

There was no one there
Just the last fading remnants
Of a shadow on the wall
So I smile to the Fates
As I gather paper and pen
Making a note for my future
Lest I ever forget and Tumble back in

Then with withered and wrinkled hands
I Hold Steady to the notepad
With rusting fingernail adorned
Twisted and gnarled fingers
I begin
A whole different flight
As I begin to write

Did you walk a wide path
Ripping and tearing out anything
That got in your way

Or were you  a bit more  sedate
Walking a path narrow and straight
Making sure you never did stray

Did you ever look around you when
You can taste and feel the world on the Wind
And give it even a single thought

Or did you just look straight ahead
As if you knew where your Life Path led
And was that all you ever sought

Well I'll tell you now just what I see
A man in a cage who thinks he's walking free
So all I really want to know

With your head held high and totally blind
To anything outside your one-track mind
Will you're passing through have anything to show

Whenever you look back
Do you see any of the tracks
That you left

Or is  your past
Sad empty and cold
And totally bereft

Just a sad and lonely state
A hollow life that didn't rate
Enough to make a lasting mark

You may not have really been blind
But when you're done and gone leaving no sign
You might as well be walking in the dark

When you look back...
Will you see any tracks you left?