Interdimensional Hopscotch
1st Draft and Precursor Of "In Transit"
I don't understand it either,
How noises of subtle nuances
Like to bloom randomly,
from the corners of my mind.
All the other beautiful noises
seem melt into each other;
A molten sea of audio desire
Too hot to penetrate.
I don't want to fully understand it, though.
Suddenly there are five different symphonies
lulling me to sleep
It is pleasant, don't you think?
Could it be 'divine nonchalance' again?
As I try to uncover my dreams,
and try to organize my moral dilemma
in files too heavy
and cabinets too broken--
I can only see all of it
through a hypnogogic lens.
Primrose tint of love and desire,
deception and conception of my ego.
Birth of my ego, let go ego,
destroy yourself ego, undo yourself ego.
Burn yourself;
Rip me open, I want to shed my skin.
I am thankful for my heavy file,
I am thankful for my broken cabinet
Because my audio desire sorts through all of it,
And makes sense of everything.
I am free, I know I am free.
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