Cloud
-y days [daze?]
with fog miles and kilometers up -
isolating stars dancing and
my eyes
~Make it gray
~easier that way
to play
ignorance/imperception -
deceptions of non-connections
~easier to be
a gray
performance
So let that liquid gray fog
in
[-likestreamsofintoxicantfumes
flyingupthestemofthataddict's
glasscrackpipe]
Dark and ominous,
but somehow comforting
to have millions of pounds of ice
crushing
your view of blue
your view of speckled-white black
of naked orange sunsets
makes it easier.
To not think.
To be an automaton on the whims of existence.
To not appreciate.
If it's true -
that what's outside is internalized
and what's internal is externalized
then in our cyclic existence,
there's chaos -
our nebulous friends ... blinders
Protect my fragile psyche
from inspiration?
from insanity?
from variety and variance?
NO.
A no to ignorance
to intoxicant stillness
to impressions misled...
- and a yes to sunsets, stars, blue, and lunacy
- addiction to madness is better.
