what are we seeing what are we imagining what

are we thinking dreaming before preceding before

waking disbelieving motor neuron atonia faking

synaptic illusions results seeming as mundane but

fucked up as gardening as arguing with then plain

attacking a cornered hope chest even sucking on a

lemon as if the personality disorder is to blame not

the pure experimentalism of the endeavour & the

abject deadness of fixing to fall asleep where you

thought things would be in the next instance of you

& where you imagined spectrums wouldn’t shift

lights wouldn’t dim & space would remain rigid