abyssia

when its clear
its clear
but oh my dear
nothing could be muddier
muckier
more muddled and befuddled
than this mind

inside
rewind, play, stop
rewind, play, pause...
entwined, the way, the cause
inside
out
and its a bloody mess

i could
i really could
land atop an old lady
think shed mind?
part of the grand design?
Kali Ma or senseless tragedy?
who knows, but me?

thoughts turn
hand cream
such a dream
softer, more supple
yet the nails are stronger!
what wonders!
what blessed fucking wonders.

my chair is there
mine because
it has been with me
with me through it all
the height and the fall
the short and the tall
it holds almost any ass with grace.

a rug, a lamp, The Gita even...
but where am i?
Shiva dances
nudie lamp glances
incense burns yet...
i am not here
or - i am not now?

this moment - and the next
all i have
yet i barely feel hatred
for the stickbug in my bed
shower surreal
when will i be?
i came to be me!

jeremys irony
the lotus, so lovely
grows from the darkest sludge
i smiled, a little
1001 reasons to be happy
i think it was
and a worry stone

i cant seem to get this right
not this thing im writing
bugger this...
life - cant do it.
sometimes i rhyme
thats when its the worst
psych 101


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thats all for now