I saw I. Asimov and A. Crowley arm wrestling

no sleep  
just dream
try to find
highly defined color  
with no grey
 
maybe if i started out this way
i could be somebody other than me
occupying the same spot
just at a different time
synapses firing in the synopsis
telekinetic mood movement
maybe i took too much
 
i already know
no matter how fast
i run around the planet backwards
can't take back
back in the day
 
head first into nothing
an easy acceptance of oblivion
another trying to teach myself of flight
one where everything just disappears
that i wish was really real
a progressive melody
that somehow is a map of the stars
i just can't figure the next note
or move
 
my mouth tastes like metal
mental muscle memory
been here before
in love with the look she has on her face
that says it's you but not you
what did you find where the sun goes?
 
how does a blind man describe color?
a baby born in a box alone
with only parent the machine
know about the power of connection?
west fresh oxygenated blood
northeast nausea
no matter amnesia
 
saw the symbols
cave drawings
spray painted in subway tunnels
coming to
can't breathe  
atmosphere has turned against me
is this a wakening?
no care of which is which
falling again
maybe
back to
not asleep