In the end
as the night passes me by,
after all tangible interactions
when the sky is blinded, almost with
a
sullen emotion impressed on it, I get out
of my cocooned
bed to the world of the Wild
where the
stars become my blanket, and the
smoke
my intoxicating perfume, and I pull
my head back to let
the sleep like reverie take hold of
my consciousness,
that lets my life unroll, while I wait
for the art of psychedelia
to show me the reflection of what I
seek; just like you wait for me
to unravel this burlesque, but in that
moment how everything succumbs
to the one entity- becomes Entirety- like the flames consuming
all that is surrounding
And all I
see is my fragmented self in the directionless movement of the wind,
its pieces
all dancing along in different directions, like siblings
separated at
birth; and before I reclaim every piece
my fingers
start burning, the reverie breaks,
I bid the
insects a good night and
return to my
cocoon, leaving
yet
something else in
the wilderness.
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