How would you feel to suddenly find that the world has been replaced by elf machinery?
Would you remember you exist and start to cry for your ever crumbling sense of security?
Or would you embrace the constantly unfolding spiraling waves of bliss overtaking everything at every moment?
Maybe you'd try your best to fall asleep just to go back to your house and your domesticated wolves?
Send your roots down to the core of the astral plane...
And tell this, has it ever made more sense than now?
Has the clown finally come out of the core and started chuckling upright revelations?
A twelve year old class clown laughing uncomfortably at the truth of the universe...
Wondering, "Will it ever end?"
A lost and lonely thought growing like a cancer destroying the ego yet rebuilding it as it crumbles causing still chaos
A penguin in a movie when I was 8 years old
A penguin on a shirt when I ceased to exist
A girl inside a piano residing uncomfortably among ethereal spiders weaving the world
When red straws a million years ago brought back birth of this particle of the whole
We saw inside of the orange vessel a drunk perverted clown confused and ignorant but lost and needing a hand
Never before has the human condition been more hysterical than now
A nuclear test 400 miles away hits you and
you.
are.
there.