a new consciousness teased itself into my mind
I am not saying it was a churchlike awakening
With deity things abounding
But it was a troubling disturbance nonetheless
Where celestial things seemed like imminent reality,
Reasons received a new pensiveness: Of God and unbecoming
angels,
Yielding chaos in my head, one fathomed in the next life.
I had to quit the pen & paper and take
Some time to listen, observe, and frown
I am still frowning…
I am yet to see something and anything…
The mad ones live in the desolate parts of their brain,
But I need to delve deeper into this thing,
To find the sacred drivel I think exists,
I am yet to see who you are
Whoever you are
I need you.
