Anesthesia of Cognizance

Mine is jasper beyond the cruel tide of
Vector graphs of an ooze and slime;
Drifting psychotropics create nostalgic
moving pictures, an anesthesia of cognizance;

Your dopamine is
cordially invited to the unveiling of
a darkened corridor;
leading onward forever

(While the Stones click-click on concrete floors)

At night,
my porch is the entire world;
and the dark and the lights outside
are only Outer Space.


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