Cut-up Poem #2

journal entries, later worked up Burroughs/Gysin style.

Nerves plan to panic
Gently, my thoughts trapped,
Individual thought

By silence
Immense mental episode
Excited Holy dream, quietly
I woke to rearrange fear and hate,
Just gone…and I started peace.

Awake, sense individual holy mind/body
Each so difficult
And drifted;
I remember increasing thought
And thoughts felt close to meltdown
Horror, overwhelmed nerves,
Such excited helpless death.

Divine mental idea. Again.
Dream fear,
sleep through explanation of tears
climb my thought wave…
permanent silence any minute
death was a quiet terror

The End

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