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Master Novel
I’ve folded my book
I’m fast asleep
Dousing my subconscious realm of reality
Into something unexplained
Dreams I take like acid
I try to tear them open
Dust them piece by piece
Upsetting or riveting
Golden or rust
It’s immeasurably in tact
Fit as it was born before me
Developed underneath the cloth of me
And dumped inside of me
At the time of conceiving
Chasing, racing within me
A Master Novel
Portraying no one but
In a painting like the sea
I blow my own self away
Where is this all
It is all a part of me
I don’t know myself
I have to find
Don’t know what all I can do
Greatness somewhere
Flowing through my very veins
My body is only my mind
Expanded to the ends of the earth
The chain is invisible
I only see traces
Yet to see it all
I’ll carry myself to anywhere
Able to see myself sleeping.
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