Reach into the hole in your head

          follow the trail that consciousness bled
    
     leading you down Paths never trod

               planes never Seen by the eyes of man

     unsullied by preconceptions

or illusion of plan

          the Blood flows and the trail grows

spilling over into Colorless Night.

Tall tales, memories inerradicated,
other worlds
other ways
other times, no other truth, all possible things are;
all impossible things never were,
no matter

all reroes religate the religious use of truth, in
impossible situations,

the truth frees, but this is the beginning, is it not?
This is the first time your mind found a way
into a common legend
of times when all minds spoke one language,

languages are difficult to perfect but first need known
is patience,
fear, known sooner than patience, is wise-being,
the result of the author seeing how a lie
could get out of hand and imagine an
impossible thing for too long a time.

Madness is the first word I learned for this state.
Imogene, who smote her hubby with a hammer,

ha,ha, ha. that real already was written in another
lie I lived through to now.

We sold them, they bought us. We owe nothing.
We earned our keep, and may I say,
with professorial non-chalance, this is the price one pays

when the script calls for attention,
you were about to mention the state we abide in, when
in default mode
mind wandering, not at all mindlessly, very mindifly, I

flee the pun
ish ment no harm, tis the charm of that wheezing old chump,
d'ja tell'em one, did they

survive. It seems most don't. Most of youse used to gititon
gititup gitiover on the other side,

flip the coin
time and chance, one day up, one day down, depends
on do darkness count as day or not

time being related to states of stop,
stop states, as
sleep states, to the fractal degree of hypernation of
indignation, kanyedigit, digial assistence
national notions

did you jump in
we be we be we be
whoa, selah,
balancing factor, at your service.
Where we wish we was...

Black hole world destroyer and star eater,
You seem ever hungry like a cosmic monster,
You seem like the very nature of anti life and evil itself?
My inner light is mine never your's cosmic monster,
My inner light is mine never your's cosmic monster,
My inner light is mine never your's cosmic monster,
Black hole without mercy or light within itself,
You seem to hate the light and life in the universe,
You seem to like the center of every galaxy to feed you?  
My inner light is mine never your's cosmic monster,
My inner light is mine never your's cosmic monster,
My inner light is mine never your's cosmic monster.

There's this hole
I feel so low
I am not whole
Shot by an arrow and a bow

Never felt this broken
Only been cracked and
Thought that I was given
But no, something was taken

Never felt this lonely
This hole inside of me
It's making me empty
Cover it coz it's draining me

Used to be alone
Now you're here
You carried me along
Never been this happy

I see it in my mind,
I hear it in my thoughts,
I feel it in my dreams,
I'm bringing myself down once more,
Once more into the rabbit hole of nostalgia,
Once more into the pain,
Once more into the sadness that I brought upon myself,
Once more into the sea that I call emotion,
This time is different though,
This time I know,
This time I'm aware,
This time I'm prepared,
I clench my heart and take a step,
Once more into the sea of red.

He was a rat, she was a rat
down in one hole we did dwell
both were as pale as a witch's cat
they loved each other well.

He had a tail, she had a tail
both long and fine
each said 'yours is the finest tall
in the world, except for mine.'

He smelt the cheese, she smelt the cheese,
they both said it was good.
both remarked it would greatly add
to the taste of our daily food.

He went out, she went out,
I saw them go with pain
what happened to them i never can tell
for they never came back again.