Interdimensional Hopscotch

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.