The mind is a maze where the walls repeatedly change.
You lose yours trying to understand mine.
Just wait until the pimple on my forehead explodes, watch
(from the window)
as the grey matter decodes
and releases the truth onto your patios.

A small version of something big.

On a huge crystal ball, on a floating sphere in space.
There will always be space for you under this rock
somewhere in the in(finite) universe.

(This game that never ends but always begins)

Who is this higher consciousness fragmented in a second dimension?
Who is this higher consciousness steering from a third dimension?
How can you know so much, see so much,
and still question the existence of a higher power?

You say there is nothing beyond the clouds.
Well, then what?

Float on, slow or fast,
however you please it doesn’t matter.
I am a lone consciousness,

I am alone.