Superannuate Gordian HygeiaOn nights like this i see the moon as escape.
To me, relentless celestial potential
bigger than great gnosis trees-
and i am the apple they rape.
Pushing outwards on my brain from inside
but pulling in the things the world
tries to hide.
What you see is the me i can't be;
conforming to the pathetic american dreams
open your eyes, enter a state of glee-
by peacefully un-picking the western world's seams.
The clouds are in the way...
Releaving the inards by meat cleaver hand
slowly they fall, at your feet they now stand
eyelids asunder they doff man-made man
and judgement the abdomen they