A wisp of dream surrounds me
Is me moves me to act in accordance
With practiced artful touch i flesh the scene
Insphered and drape the world mutable
In self flattering robes and ego's crown
Centered i stand triumphant unbending
Unheedful of the dim murmurs mewling
From the lips of those other actor beings
Crowding the majestic idcreated stage enfolded
No touch is but permitted of my will
No reach is but the servant of the task
Vast i am the full cosmic volume of what is
Omniscient immortal god immaculate until
Another wisp of dream surrounds me

I must learn
To let others be
Different
Or else
I must learn
To hate them
Always

Anxious running thoughts
Exhaust the mind juice
Just as intended
Head trips surely block
Back to the dark
Our heart's pain
Yet only briefly
Is it dimmed

The world does not fit our make believe
We curse a broken world
Our teaming tender tended mental constructs
Ribbons of psyche tattering
In cyclonic winds resistance generated
Thrash the i ****** delirious
We grasp the tumorous slimy glob
As god thought heaven sent me self
Earnestly religiously unknowingly
Crying children crave the honeyed razor blade
Voices screeching tears falling heart anguished
Living breathing hells of thought

Dead people walking
       all over the place
An element of drowning
       riven on their face.
Ears of alabaster
       eyes that ne'er do roam
Starving i devotion
       head to rim with foam
From culture's random habits
       Pavlov busyness
God to limbs and voices
       we servants of duress.

We do so hard grasp these nascent bodies
Of thought that any occurrence of change
Brings with it pain. Deceitful aspect strange
This attribute of sentience. Shared lies
Self formed and self believed, and fierce beloved
Distract the known conscious moment again
And again in heroic effort vain
To shut out the ego damning dreaded
Truth of universal equanimity
Non specific to the fabricate me
The i perceiving. No answers can be
Found to malformed questions. The path to see
Begins with forgetting. But to uproot dreams
Of self repeatedly lived, hatedly looms.

As close as our bones
And as difficult to see
Self knowledge brings cease
To the pain
Unnecessary everywhere
Thriving
Condition of heart