earth is a mirror and within us there is a sun.

or am i cluttered?
the sound is crawling
on my skin, man,
all over.

i see the direction
in the perplexity
of my mind.
that box i've been thinking in,
it's an actual cube of energy
in the most outskirted of space.

am i showing myself
what my soul
really looks like?
or am i now
in thirdpsyche dreaming.

is it spacious?

i know because i used to be scared
i used to--
nevermind,
the world all
just spun
in the same, gorgeous direction.

i forgot almost about the sound
and the exact profile of an old man
hung as a shadow on my wall.

i guess i figure
there is a deep baseline
between people who must know each other.
you see,
i am in desire of people
and i do mean
a huge, human family.

these are the things that i think
though thought never goes down on paper.

though

i send them to you in folds.
it's a colour effect.
the way senses may meet;
the way senses collaborate.
if my world and my body is simulation
why should i fear?

i think on mad
i think on mad
deep into the future,
not for fortune or pathetic telling,
but for the discovery of a personal
Brave New World,
a contemplation of thought
or a question of thought?
something that seems natural
but perverse.

an empty, nearly glowing thing.

this box of energy, and it itself
being comprised of energy
though at a slightly denser glow.
it is the form of all communication,
is every kind of transportation.
it sits at my bedside.
in my room,
with a plain, simple bed,
no pillow, windowless,
and all gray.

that box is everything.

i may still step outside
in the heartache of day
and touch my fellow world,
that being,
on all counts,
a great mystery.

that is my Brave New World.

what would i conceptualize
to give gratitudes to the laws of beauty?

every meet of pen and paper
and every sketch marked down failure and celebrated
is the creation of a dimensional universe.
a dimension may be flat in theory.
stackable.
the ancients still knew.
earth is a canvas
at paint.
the page is opportunity,
union of the Tao in my thoughts.
at peace it is stunning
though sometimes i shake,
sometimes i shake horribly
and the waves get uneasy.
but the page is extraordinary.

how is both projection and manifestation energy?

if i cannot speak clearly,
or discover a world of censorship, freedom of thought,
i will think EVERYWHERE.
i am a solider dropped in a mind
for a world
and there is all
and there is open
without restriction
or unnatural danger.
the total free.

what if the way we believed our future
and the future of the world to be
was what we got.
and all those people moreso thinking
of that other path
got that.
people just loose touch sometimes.

but in this change of world,
in this manipulative connected world
people are easy.

do i perceive upcoming world devastation,
erupting earth with sorrow and a sovereign
of corruption to blitz the planet over with war
and famine and creativity or
will these good vibrations procreate
and adopt a new world of peace
and just peace.

can art and passion live in a world of peace?
i am unsure of what I perceive.