I
In the deep
That is where they are
And that is where
I join them,
As a mystic
I have seen
I have communicated,
As a mystic
I have left everything behind ...
To be with them, and ...
It’s wonderful, really
(The tragic scenes are somewhere else
Can you guess?)
As ... Beings Against Reality
They avoid the mess,
And—
Well, they try their best.
They hate the common world!
They hate—
Cars past the window, and other noises in the street
They hate—
Voices of all the walkers ...
They hate—
Days, and even ... the nights, with those talkers
They hate—
Sound of feet ...
They hate—
Sight of hands ... doing nothing that needs to be done
They hate—
Light from the sun
They hate—
Glow of the moon
They hate—
Someone ... whistling a tune ... ?
It’s just rubbish to them, and
I refuse to judge them!
Everyone who knows me knows
I can be
The hater of
A world I have never loved
In the deep
And no one
With flesh and bones—oh, and blood, too
The usual stuff
Actually knows me ...
You know?
II
In the deep
In the deep
In the deep ...
Visions that breathe
Do I have any friends?
Visions that breathe
I don’t have any friends, real humans;
I’ve discovered
Only the dreamy strangers can be trusted
And, and, and ...
It’s like my brain is busted
Wouldn’t you say?
And, and ... the night comes in
With the rain
So I find myself
Scared, wandering the hallway
Ah!
You can’t imagine!
Me
Seeing the walls growing ... darker
And—
Seeking the safety of my room
And wanting to sleep
Wanting to get ... so very deep!
Tell me ...
The misery! ...
Could it be
Could it be
Could it be any starker?
This is the way I live
In your world;
Where I’m going now
It’s all fun and games;
That’s something, “friend”.
III
And this is something ...
I dream
Heavy clouds across the sky
Slightly disturbing
But I don’t panic, ever
It’s a sky inside my eyes, that’s all
My closed eyes
In the black; and the blues,
These sensations—my mouth
Watery, and odd dry throat
And there’s a glow,
It’s just ...
Like no moon colour, red or
Colours in your world,
And there are different sounds, or
If I’m telling the truth
And I have no proof
Of anything, which is so frustrating
But it’s all different
With things that look the same
So, I get a different feeling;
And ... I can’t describe any of it
The way I want to,
And that’s my shame; but inside,
In me ... there’s a flame—
Brain mind soul
Oh I wouldn’t even know,
I’m so taken away
With suffering, from you
In this night
After a rotten day
With those figures moving
Now, and
Crowding around to see me
No sane person
Could possibly want to be me
And yet ...
I have no complaints,
And this may not surprise you:
I have no restraints
—Oh, my hot blood in this place!
It’s all right; my fire;
I’m just a guy from the human race,
I’m in a war—
It’s a war I started on myself,
I did it for my health;
I pushed into a strange land,
A spiritual ... Alexander, Caesar, or Napoleon!
Their brother!
A psychological adventurer!
A mystical and mythical (in time) whatever ...
Don’t ask me
All I can say is ...
A lot that shouldn’t be said,
All I can think is ...
I’m free
To believe
In visions that breathe
I’m here to stay;
And the power comes,
And this is The Way ...
Or it’s nothing.
IV
And—
I have tried to control
All this!
And I can change anything, yes
But it won’t help me
Or you
And I thought ...
I knew what the poem was about
In parts one and two,
But what the hell ... ?
The truth is:
Visions can come
And dominate the soul
Of any visionary.
