Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Behind Eyelids

Basalt images paint their electric
Patterns across my mind's eye
As the synapses fail to fire
The circuits fail to sphere

So this is what it feels like
to let science do its deed
This is what it feels like
to be the one in need

You can never say never
and so I hail the chief
The metaphysical thief
will no longer be my companion

I'm walking the wire again
No more falling through air
The red tape has been cut
and I have been declared sane.

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