A collection of somatic vapors bound by a
Psychic shell swirling in a universe in the
Space between my ears sliding towards the
Spot of light emitted by my hope
I taste the acid drops upon my tongue
Reality in it's purest form a transition into
Other an all exclusive self?
The notion of truth turns to a glorious dis-
Closure when d**h is gone there is only
Life we are only vapors