r e a n i m a t i o n

 
i had it all clear in my head my heart
everything in place and then it started
to disintegrate slowly
one bit every time
in my eyes

till all that remained was just residue
which i refuse to recognize

as it stays put in my emotional periphery
tiny furry tarantulas crawl into
crisscrossing parabolas
fibbonaci orbits

they are but lost dreams
warped and twisted over time
inorganic noxious clinical
a straight line that
streamlines scrams
strange voices
tell me that
it heals yes

it does

and recombine one in ways that can't be proven
empirically like this voice noise

i had it all clear in my head
my heart everything in place
until i started to misplace
tiny parts of existence
bartering them for
something

surreal sacred naked
clear as thoughtform
yet opaque like the
eyes of a blind man

now i feel like one
who is trapped in the
hundred year old prints
restored better then ever
despite death destruction

i am the new age max schreck
the unborn fetus of chaos
unholy putrid empty vain

existence is my excuse
ennui my perennial drug
the rest is my mask
my canvas  
and you
are a
deaf
blur