the less it really seems
sometimes
in dreams
it can be wild and grand
and synaesthetic
encased in coloured mist
that curls through your bones
and smokes at every orifice
blending you in oil paint smudges
diluted into the landscape
everything flowing
into everything
else
its nice
because you're connected
if you're there
it all makes sense
or rather
why try to use logic
when that's just so patently absurd
so obviously counter-intuitive
so duh
so just shut up and enjoy the ride
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