pay no attention for this is only an experiment.
this here is nothing built upon nothing.
she doesn't live here anymore,
there is no spark no flash of violence left.
we've all been abadoned by our morality;
generation Rx with no life skills and only pills
as problem sovlers.
isn't God going to show up
now?
or does he pay no attention,
we are only an experiment, only a cheap immitaion
of the real thing.
are you the real thing?
real like sand between your toes and
fresh squeezed orange juice.
reality sets in as the sky closes in
on us.
a wave of blue through the universe;
we run into ourselves yet fail to recognize.
i know you;
familiar, like heat from a sun burn.
i watch you lean in,
close your eyes; divide the invisible.
i let go your hand as you disipate,
dancing among the kelidescope galaxy,
forever changing.
altered.
never to be the same.
a generation raised on poison and fumes,
breathing in, breathing in, breathing in
the nothing that will be built upon nothing.
we are the experiment.
prepare for lift off;
surgery;
surrender.
don't shut your eyes.
this is it.
the real thing.
shhh...
don't miss it.
A small representation of the mania in my mind. Stream of consciousness from down the rabbit hole.
