Apr 2 • General discussion
MIDDLE NIGHT
I wake in the place that they call the middle
The middle time, the night, when nothing but your synapses are bright.
The types of thoughts that come to mind are of times of the past and the types of kinds that make you think that you're losing your mind.
The sudden astral wake, the jerk, the cough, the spit...the break in reality and the final grip.
The grip before you turn your head and realize that you are still in bed.
The powerful mind that came from the powerful slime,
the slime that existed a billion years before thought, a billions years before lies became thoughts.
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