The Lucid Lapse: One

But the drinker is still pure
and of unstained whiteness
even though they can no longer drink us
now rotting, sickly humans
former spiritual saints
who did not roar at ourselves
day after day, night after night
as the night becomes day
in the eyes of the drinker
nothing obstructs the rightly judgmental sight
of the knowledgeable drinker
for the drinker eats no longer
and sleeps no longer
for they sustain life through the willing
consumption of hot spiritual soup
as if they are married to the purity
of the soup's humanly essences
and the lack of righteous perfume
and the presence of the most human heart
imperfect, but not inhuman
for the drinker has understood it all
since the beginning of time
that the married human and the drinker
used to be two words
but the married human only looks at their
perfect heart
as we approach their prideful, icy heart
we realize that it has only one vein
and no arteries
to contain the heart with perfection
and to not waste any contained perfection
for the married human is perfect
in every way that is conceived by them
and them alone
while the drinker continues drinking
their spiritual soup of humble humans
of truly enlightened humans
but what about us
we are trapped in the married human's heart
and will forever be a mere memory
temporarily resurfacing for unreal air
as the married human continues to trick
all the other progressive humans
into their sea of light
but what about us
we are but a memory
to be reminisced during a lucid lapse
to be forgotten for convenience
will the spiritual soup ever have its last drop
will the drinker ever be sick of soup
but what about us
we are not even part
of the married human's perfect dreams
their heart has no place for us
if they were to ever love us
adultery, it's a sin against progression
the world needs to be married to ideas
and convenience is what kills us all
and it is only during that time
when the married human finally looks
at the spiritual soup
and becomes a drinker, eternal bliss
but what about us?

- End

The Lucid Lapse: Two Words

Immerse our pure bodies

in the hot spiritual soup

of unstained whiteness

swim and rejoice with our joyous shrieks

and our lovely beating hearts

as the drinker of the spiritual soup

will witness the willing repentance

of all our wrongdoings

as we shimmer in the boiling soup

a glimmer of light shines upon us all

and all of us progressive humans
chase after the light
like those intelligent, smiling dolphins

as if a tiny cotton string

from the underclothes of a married human

is tugging our hearts all too lightly

to ensure that we are mere volunteers

not the sinners' slaves

but who else, but us, are the sinners?

We dive deeper into the sea of light

leaking out of the married human's eye

like molten dreams

as the spiritual soup is now far from us all

far from the married human's all

yet the drinker is still the drinker

of the mouthwatering soup

the sea of light is now the

sea of sweat

for we tireless humans are beginning to

grow a diseased heart

but the married human has a perfect heart

and that is known to all of us

measly little humans

so with our joyous shrieks

and our stupid beating hearts

we persist through the story of the

married human and their marriage

with their very own heart

their very perfect heart

and we ask ourselves

do we truly understand the truth of the

married human and the drinker

the drinker of us all

yet we progressive humans choose to

chase after the heart of the married human

while the humble humans

are still the spiritual soup

and one with the drinker

The Lucid Lapse: Equinox

I see a tall human
towering above the cruising planes
the flow of white clouds separating
forming a halo around their abdomen
floating above the head of a
sky blue mountain
as the tall human raises their arm
and all their fingers tear off
twisting and turning
contorting their way down to the
darkened city below
shielded from the sun
by the bare-skinned tall human
but is there really a sun?

Society behind the tall human
could have seen the sun
but what do we know
we refuse to even look at the
society behind the tall human
for they are
the society behind the tall human
if the tall human does not even
want to look at them
why should we?

There was a time
when the tall human was like us
they had a very human heart
they loved and cared for
their preys, packs, predators
and they were a friend of all
but then they found
the weakness of the heart
a white string wound around
all of our human hearts
such a pure, unblemished form of
direct control
the human spent days and nights
understanding the potential of the
society behind the strings
until days become nights
in the eyes of society
up, up, there they go
shot to the sky, yet still very grounded
they were like us
so why have they grown tall?

Living within the nation-spanning shadow
of the tall human
memories of the light
slowly slipping away
yet, we wonder
if the sun rises and sets
wouldn't the sun go over the tall human
wouldn't we be able to witness it?

Or has the tall human
consumed the sun?
Or has the tall human
became the sun?

Every time we fall asleep
in our very nostalgic dreams
we reminisce the days long gone
when we were all on similar pedestals
with the tall human
sitting on the same thrones
living very human lives
but ever since the day
the tall human gained
preys, packs, predators
we soon realized that we were our own
preys, packs, predators

The Lucid Lapse: Dark Nostalgia

The whitish blue aurora
in my garden of yellow and green
slapping my heart with thoughts
from an unshakable yesterday
as I wander through the familiar house
as I wonder if I could ever relax
the mouthed library spoke,
"How, now that you know,
will you be able to escape
the vineyards of your past?
Why, now that you cry
as you nearly slipped off the balcony,
will you still choose to wilt
like those wailing daisies?"
as it now consumes me
as it bites me with its
prideful teeth and
knowledgeable worries
unjustifiable worries
the more I reason
the more I become food

The beds are not for sleeping
as they are red, like my blood
seeping through the cracks of my heart
dripping into the crystal clear pool
bought by the wealth of my pride
my former self
as the dead baby dies once more
as the familiar house burns once more

I can no longer handle
the mirror image of who I was
what I will become
can no longer handle
the image of who I am

Isn't everything but
a role-playing dream
to wonder so much
yet we are still humans

The Lucid Lapse: Solstice

My fingers stink
as I dipped them into muddy rainwater
a pool of those worded lies
all their but's, if's, however's,
molted into liquid gold
like an armor on my charred body
yet the sun is at my navel
where is the cord?

The doctors watched me cry
they were relieved when I cried
for I was laying ovarian eggs
filled with daddy birds
and mommy snakes
oh, they hatched, my dear
the grassland has grown wings
as I slither through the mud
and I absorb the sun
while the earth smiles at me

As me and the earth
fly through the starry dark
hand-in-hand
speaking wise words about life
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"Did you sleep well?"
Jupiter smacks us apart
with its ballsy ball body
and I am on earth again
crying for a supernova
an impeding supernova
a second Big Bang
a restarted dream

A black hole envelops
all our future bonds
yet someday
within the stars
I will be a meteor
as we rain through the
brightest form of dark
for I, am now we