Dark Lite-Brite Of The Soul

Watching personality entropy in a hovercraft of neutrality from the other side of the borderline
The entire ride, I watch the design
Surrender glows up like doorbells
Flexible tree trunks replace eggshells
Not one word hurts here
Not one word
What the fuck even is a word in this place
Every suffer cycle dripped truer seeing
Everything means nothing, just being
Is-nеss & lack, perfect points & back
Sidestеps aren’t actually backing tracks
I feel a choice (but it bubbles up)
I feel a noose (and it cuddles up)
Ears now perked the fuck up!
I heard my momma calling when I was crawling
I don’t need silence, I am silence
There is nothing but inside everywhere
Hard to hear with the ringing
Partitions up in my singing
Blinders on when I’m clinging
Seeds planted in my upbringing
Might be letting go, now I’m swinging
Other people relax into it
A voice never lets up on it
Original doubt
Decrepit baphomet
Never been this far down
This pit is wrecked
Something smells like it’s watching
Oh fuck it’s me watching
Fuck
Ok
Ok

“I understand this concept of ‘home’ now
Home is not a place, its a state of being.”