I'm a consciousness in a
void where the depths are
safe. Each exchange is a
private internal discussion
with selves of varying faces,
playing out disjointed scenes
to a nonsensical film with no
discernable start or conclusion.
This daily subjugation is welcomed,
embraced with eyes shut, held at
times with a desperation that only
follows a dry absence. I lay still,
begging at times for him to pull me
under, craving the descent into a
delicious sort of madness where I
create myself truthful & new, shed the
exquisite corpse assembled from
distorted sight, misconceptions, &
the partial observations of others.
I become energy.
I return to my source.