Maggot Brain

With these eyes..
I have seen creation and chaos
Fold and unfold upon itself
In the guise of flesh and bone
Souls that the universe
So lovingly call the  Engineers of Oblivion
moving toward Pandora's Box at the speed
Of sound...or is it the beating of my heart.
As I fast forward my reality I create a
Wrinkle in time and space...
A simple place where I can step in
and out of my own exsistance
To nullify sound ...and strenghten
My resistance against  lethargy
and apathy ...these foes often
try and trap me in there web of
procrastination which then facilitates
my need ...
to breathe
to move, and
succeed
While the base nature of me
Is prone to
too much smoking or drinking
I realize these vices are
the Henchmen to my foes,and otherwise
Cloud my thinking...
I wonder...Is my cerebral cortex shrinking
Maybe because of too many hits of acid
Now I fight not being mentaly flacid
As I find myself inspired and try to
write verses on pieces of plastic
That lift and twist themselves
Because of a desire to be heard
Then I wake up to realize it was only
a dream...
and I Havent written
a
single
word.