The New Religion

The young boy swipes his unkept claws at the protruding vision
from otherworldy crystal smog,
but the dimensions refrain the image
to the drug of his hallucination.

There is no pathway out this giant horde
that even trees climb to retreated constellation.
This reality may be one room
slashed by a one-way pounding on the cacoon by spirits.

Squinting into an optical illusion
in the instance of an antimatter realm of the things in themselves
that hiding
through the electromagnetic field of the physical universe

deflower their own physical world,
yet metaphysical to laws of space-time.

The big bang propelled the antimatter through a quantum gate
in which an antiniverse would continue aside​ our own with the same creatures that breech the reality clothed in plasm
from which we concluded the first ghosts.

And the dying brain, if in nostalgic penance,
exerts the electric pulse of the amygdala which leaps through the electromagnetic field of our colossal cell
to reincarnation in the antimatter contemporary,
which bids no conference of the dichotomous blocks of being.
Truly the contact would annhilate existence and antiextence which is heaven

where the action potentials of dying electrons in the mind-body
refine the positron earth.