Neat

I used to write my thoughts here neat……    
   
   
I’m catapulting through dimensions    
On Dimethyltryptamine, cracking the firmament    
While advancing a fire hazard, the friction behind me drastic.    
Mass massacre of masks, crash nebula’s master    
Past presents to jam.    
Ask me who I am:    
The master of none,    
Tetsu the son, Anamu Sin Ra,    
Founder of numb.    
The in-between state, alpha-beta wave sync,    
Dim alters screenplays, show you how a dream tastes.    
Though reality seems fake, everyone’s different.    
I can’t find a limit here—    
What defines an ending?    
One ruled by clitoris,    
Another ruled by lizard men,    
Another’s one’s county’s hijacked by Elizabeth.    
I used to get all in my feelings watching television,    
Like this ain’t a stage acting out our decisions,    
Like we aren’t the gods that are missing.    
Notice the plurality—    
Ten toes down, not    
For beings without gravity.    
Metaphysical indigo,    
Sending subliminal messages through    
Your smart machines’ waves,    
A scribe unsubscribing from polarity.    
Pole dance with chance because it’s rare    
To see meaning in the vast expansion    
Of stretching matter. Reposition the altar,    
Show me something grander.    
A drifter that came from alternate worlds    
Hoping to gather all the random pieces    
To finally see a pattern, but the more that you know,    
The more that you don’t matter. The form just switches up    
When it’s observed through a scope.    
Are we observers or hoaxes?    
What is this—Earth or a float?  
What’s the point in having purpose in a world made of fault?