The sky fell in yesterday.

The sky fell in and my heart opened up.
Some kind of triple bypass, some clinical
surgery. I walked into the stars and felt
almost nothing along with the sense
of infinity at the same time.

The world isn't my kind of place.

The world isn't the kind of place
Where anything can really belong. Alien planet
in an all too familiar universe. Its vacuum
for ever sucking out the life
of this Dimension. My microcosm of
Society was obliterated by a
miniature nuclear bomb.

Wings have been burnt off the fallen angel.

Wings were burnt off and then there
was jusy the eternal tumbling
into the eminence of Purgatorial bliss.
The way pupils dilated and the
restrictions were torn away. Free
to float in Uncertainty forever.
Free to wallow in the material consumerism
forever.

Words are like the winds that float across these pages.
                                           Where nothing really seemed to make much
biological sense. Metaphysicality has formed the coding for my mind and the semantics of the way I work
Has ceased to matter. Because everything is so conventional now.