Freaks Come Out at Night...

I hide in sleep then escape to other worlds
when no one is looking. In the ether I find    
the strange, the weird and the bizarre.    
What I learn from reactions is that I am the  
one who is weird and bizarre. Other entities  
have no bodies, they are spirits whose only    
actions are thoughts. They travel in the astral  
with the speed of light. The have no concept    
of where just anywhere. Time doesn’t exist  
in the OtherWorld, there’s just the infinity    
of existence, the constant “is”.    
   
I can’t escape the concept of time. Always  
a beginning and an end. We fear death as    
the end but up here there is no death,    
only finality. Stars long extinguished still  
light up what we call the sky. Infinity is  
endless and not knowable to our minds  
that know only the finite. I am out of  
place in this OtherWorld. I am tethered    
to what I know by what I know. I can’t    
escape who I am. I am a reject.    
Soon I will wake up to the mundane.