vanilla

'swallow'

so soft and buried
buried in youre
forever head of hallucinations
once all mental
processes have ceased
not a particle
of karma is formed

so says the face
of youre past
passing by, sliding
sliding forward

and youre eyes
will fool you
lined up and
bowled over
screaming, circles
curl up and wait


'reason'

voices from the edge
of reason
spoken in tongues
tiptoeing those lines
between this and that
dividing lines of
safe and not

smirking and knowing
this is it
thrown around
in this space
and understanding
its meaning

understanding its
not all good or bad
just blurred

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