My Mind Is Within a Haze of Uncertainty

My mind is within a haze of uncertainty

Over the severe losses

It's unreal!... How the dunes of forgotten sand were washed away by water and land. A single tower stands by a cliff-side overlooking the ocean. Eons passed so swiftly and the leaning tower ages; I stand atop it gazing into the melting sunset. And from my eyes comes the blossom of sharp rich crimson flames, like a burning flower in bloom.

And I say "Welcome” as I allow the heat to overcome my body and bring me to a state of fluid motion. The centers of the brain inter-locate and tap into the rhythm of a vast sequence of pattern. Everything from this point on is left to the stars. Connecting at a point of light, the descending transmission breaks the point of entry into the brain. As the ions spark themselves in excitement, the joy and tremors of an ecstatic fantasy soar without factual memory. It's from the very bottom of the faintly used hippocampus- that in time, will still be a scathe in the ice.

5. You have abrasions in your thoughts, and you aren't sure what you're not. You know that you are there, because you're not here. And in your eye, comes flashing memories, they drag your

soul and questions and then burst into the sky. In fiery streams, vortex matrices are where your dark dreams lie. The pain is growing as you get pulled further in. The pressure and intense solar weather is stretching your skin.

Flaming red electric rays scathe you to the bone, and even your genes and cells know that the control is gone.

6. Your control is gone; standard visions you find cool are lost behind ruins of thought and hidden processes cruel. And you'll always aim to fret, fight, fathom and plea. Your values let you sink the crowded ship, as long as you are set free.

Can you feel the damage? Can you hear your own laughter? Can you feel reduction? Your egocentric seduction... You need help, or you’ll die out there alone, and forsaken by the shamed way you behaved in the face of torments rage. You'll always slip away. Away... Away...

And maybe your vacant pride will slip away some day... Someday.