Sabbath

There are no issues at hand
Only unchartered caverns of feeling -
inside the body, outside the mind
Where internal dialogue sustains the friction
of the mentally estranged.

To overthrow the illusion of unity and culture
Why make words lie when they are musical notes,
yet danced gestures tongue torn by the visceral straps
of restraint

If you fuck your own mouth a thousand times,
will they let you swallow the salty taste of your own dementia?
Sore with vengeance it burns your throat going down, going down...
Deeper
Through the secret foliage and underbush you murk along,
wanting to find the hidden jewel of annihilation

This cannot be real life. Only here - at the ephemeral vessel
of a secret forest of freedom do I find true life,
and always die - returning

inside the body, outside the mind
inside the body, outside the mind
inside the body, outside the mind
This cannot be...
This cannot be...
This cannot be real life

inside, inside, inside, inside
inside the body, outside the mind
This cannot be...
This cannot be...
This cannot be real life

This cannot be...
This cannot be...
This cannot be real life

outside the mind, outside the mind
outside the mind, outside the mind