The Dialtone
beyond our
inherited mind
There is
something here
I don't know
what it is
a faint outline
of an echo
A translinguistical object
in the trenches
of hyperspace
I'm trying to
push and pull
into reality
What is the next discourse,
I ordered the tasting menu
can you ask the chef of time
if this {dis}course is kosher
because my shaman told me
that I got to cut down the redux
Distill the dreams
mix in some angel dust
always makes the reality go down....
Now, I know why 'they' tell you not to stare
into the mirror with a head full of acid,
but you know what I say let it flow,
surreal worlds spiral out of control
As perceiver & reader, I'm bound to
crash into the boundary of my mind
it was only a matter of time,
entropic dead has caught me slippin
shame & disgrace, fear & trembling
leavin blind in the sublime
visions, mirrors, eerie truths
of words liquefy my mind
This reader is left inactive
and incapable enough to understand
processor error,
data package overload
blue screen of death,
ctrl alt delete incomplete
but I got one trick left in my pocket,
unlockin the cage, freein the satori
The backward songs of eternity,
render life complete,
as I slowly step away from
the mysterious woman in the mirror