Sandworms
Did we die?
Did I die?
…would we know?
…where’d we go?
You said some
T H I N G S
that really, got
me thinkin’ bout
T H I N G S
Philosophy. Life. T
H
I
N
G
B I G T H I N G S.
Heaven,
Purgatory,
Hell,
Life,
Surviving,
Living,
Existing, Being
K I N D O F T H I N G S
W O R L D V I E W T H I N G S…
“Barbara! Come down with me to the store, Barbara!”
–BeetleGuise
But I SWEAR
But I SAW
one, many…
Some
Noth
Every
-thing-
Psychosis transports
You beyond
Well beyond
Through, in fact
T
H
E
D O O R S
O F
P E R C E P
T I O N.
Reality, so it goes,
Feels known, certain(ly)
Is known.
We are accustomed
to perceptive FACTS
& perceiving to know
becomes known
T
R
U
T
H
(S)
This is a process.
This is a system.
One cannot fathom,
Comprehend,
Interpret,
or Conceive of,
reality outside of
I T .
The psychotic mind
indistinguishable from
its former counterpart.
Always the confuser
never the confusee.
from behind the
mind’s eye, looking
out, through, into
DIE WELT.
I was at work,
when I saw it.
It’s perfect.
A vanity,
a modest vanity,
among(st)...
GAUDY
UGLY
T H I N G S
While I was
in
into
At
P U R G A T
O
R
Y
They, them, it, whoever
Were TESTING me
J U D G E M E N T
T
I
M E
is, was, perhaps will be
upon ME.
Every-thing(s) seemed…
…was,
About…
for…to…
around…
M E.
The world’s (universe’s)...
Hardest escape room.
Scariest haunted house
requires a leap of faith
blind faith.
Close mine eyes to
S E E
& follow C L O S E L Y
Only the pretty things.
The good T H I N G S.
To the bone.
terrified,
shook, I was.
I saw the
R E A L
R E A L
I T Y
Aggregated, every-thing,
I E V E R K N E W,
N
O
W
N
In one,
uncanny,
disturbing,
violent
Display
before me it lay.
Oh how desperately
I
N E E D
E D
Those sandworms to…
just;
G O A W A Y.
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