What is it, like 66 hertz?

TimelessWave Poems

Sometimes my vision starts to vibrate Back and forth, Like the firmament of reality Is ripping apart into dreams And I wonder if one day it'll go All the way And I'll just zoom off into some strange bruise of blue And purple-black Heart attack Reading HR on the wall Thinking how far we have to fall Feeling the pleasant rush of air Run across my free cheeks And I keep blinking, Thinking that if I just want a little more Push a little more Maybe the word will crack open the rains of fortune And whisk me away like an egg Grinding my fingers against the tree, Trying to eat at the bark Like a little ****** But not so wrong, honestly. I find more often than not When I oft retreat into enclosed thought, Stepping stones across the pond Of reality, I dream of something that could never be. Like a stone, Crashing into a celestial dome Only a fraction of an inch And destroying wholly All things that called it home. Clawing deep at wormword Blood on fingers, blood and hand To fall ever softly toward the beautiful ****** To some perfect miracle.