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Journey through the fabric of the mind
to conquer the realm where perception doth lie.
But where oh where does the Empyrean reside?
In timeless half-light I saw it,
Fleeting(ly), between dusk skies.

The muzak went vizual,
Unbound by tyme.
Where Is My Mind/Lost High.
B E Cults Nov 2018
have you ever noticed anything that sent you spinning
off into the empty infinity of blossoming cognizance?

pupils dilate,
sweat beads,
words collapse back into what they imply; we only know
because we watched the footage.

yes, we watched it together
and yes, it is the only father figure that pays for her own dinner these days.

i wish i was worth forgetting in the future.

i wish people didnt feel they had to be anything but here.

i wish people would teach their children about how i could market loose teeth to coastlines.

im laughing at your puzzled aura
from the next epochal shift.

(man enters and exits stage right, nervously)

it's deep is a depth but really nonsense.
say hello to poetry. she made me write this.

— The End —