Split-Brain Daydreams

Frightened escalation of conscious daydreams.

The day looms when all brains are severed in two.

We've forgot the symbols from the past,

speaking with every terrible regression.

Every bit is truth,

violent emotion and shifting essence of all.

That push from deep inside your stomach.

Your heart burns and your chest will cave.

Even though you've forgot.


Mystics, prophets, holy spirit speakers.

Tapped into cosmic exuberance,

trending in star-lit eyes the illusion of fate.

For forces only shove in the dark, quiet cathedral caverns.

Your dreams are unyielding,

so drown the pages in red.

Seek only things not known.

The End

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