Schism, the devourment,
Clarity of mind beyond the firmament,
the edge of existing,
struck between two places,
a world found between spaces,
another plane of being,
way of seeing,
as we retrieve,
fact from fiction,
storybook tales allegorical, in relation,
to these codes unlocked,
practiced daily as sure as the clock,
ticks so we can perceive,
the forest through the trees.
Lost somewhere in translation,
crowds absorb any meaning and kill patience,
worse than most,
a subjective stance brought on by the host,
a predatory conscience,
talking nothing but nonsense,
till lines are drawn,
between each and every source,
till it no longer matters,
the mind’s chit-chatter,
observed through a lense unaffected by shame,
although in this game they have infiltrated our mind-frame,
the key will open this door,
and the snake eats its tail no more,
Something changed in my brain and suddenly I was on a roll.
I was no longer stagnant, everything just flowed.
The words came pouring out, there was a lightness in my chest.
Even though on the outside thing seemed the same, something changed in my brain.