...floating in ghostly plumes of spiritual imperfection...shaken and ripped in half by the unsun and the overmoon and the understars!

exploding feet tripping over yesterdays' treat!

black and black so much darker than that!... on my back...

senses prime emotional overtime seeing is unbelieving and my mind is leaving!

the braindead mentally overfed

I no longer know?
I know less than I forgot I knew

and it's so obvious