I dream of a field of roses, grain and rice.
As a glide through them
I drag my feet
breaking stems
up turning soil
Rippling water.
I am aware of the barrier before me but I proceed knowing set limits
but there is a propelling force
it hates I push.
Screaming into speed
Vanishing before I appear
I tear at the stitches of sanity
and see into neurotic clarity.
I see lies
breaking bones
tearing organs
poisoning
implosions and bottomless loss. Impact, transference, lucid control
I feel my skull shatter
then blooming energy.